The Beatles Meet Dracula at a Wax Museum and Sing Misery

Only way to navigate in a fog, right, Paul?

Aye, aye, sir. Gee, we're four proper cuckoos, we are, to be out on a night like this.

Don't you want to see what you look like in the wax museum?

Extra, extra! Dracula strikes again. Police search Piccadilly for new vampire.

Why, that's r- right here.

Chamber of Horrors, all the most horrible murderers of history. Well, let's see if there's anybody we know.

Hey, look at this, the original Count Dracula, dreaded vampire who terrorized London for 100 years.

I wonder if he's any relative of the vampire that's spooking London right now.

A kissing cousin, maybe.

Come on, John. Let's get over to our own exhibit and see some real monsters, huh?

It's amazing. I feel like I'm looking in the mirror.

I believe I could fool my own mother. John?

I was thinking exactly the same thing.

Amazing, ain't it? You'd swear that Ringo and George was alive.

But whatever happened to Paul and John? They look like death warmed over.

Probably used the cheaper wax.

Paul, John.

It's locked. I'm afraid the place is closed.

What'll we do now? A cat couldn't find its way in this darkness.

I'll get you a light. Where did you come from?

Never mind that now. If you give me a minute, I'll have this place lit up like Buckingham Palace.

You should've used me. George was never very bright.

Come on.

Yawn. It's your... It's room time.

Uh, u, u, u, uh, John. Ha. The world is treating me bad.

Misery.

Here comes a guy like me who never used to cry.

The world is treating me bad, misery. I've lost her now for sure.

I won't see her no more.

It's my bad dream track, misery. I remember all the little things we've done.

Can't she see she'll always be the only one, only one?

Send her back to me. 'Cause everyone can see, without her I will be in misery.

Much obliged. I remember all the little things we've done.

She'll remember and she'll miss her only one love.

Hurry, I've got an idea. I can't stand it.

There's no other way. Such a shame. I was so beautiful.

Send her back to me. 'Cause everyone can see, without her I will be in misery. Oh, in misery. Ooh, my misery. La, la, la, la, la, la, misery.

Oh no, oh. Quick, here he comes.

Oh, oh. Well, just one of those days.

Bravest thing I've ever heard of. It'll cost me $5,000, though.

Why? To replace those wax statues of you chaps.

$5,000 to replace our statues? Come on, lads.

Where are you going? Back to the exhibition. For $5,000, we'll stand there ourselves.