Today I was idly strolling through the streets of Bari in Italy, as you do, and popped into what looked like an interesting shop where a familiar guitar riff was playing. “Bugger me” I thought, “I know this” – and sure enough the fab sound of young Paul blasted through the speakers –

“My love don’t give me presents – I know that she’s no peasant”

I mean I know he was a young lad, and “she was just seventeen – you know what I mean” wasn’t exactly great, but a few years later we had faces kept in a jar by the door and newspaper taxis appearing on the shore

What are your shabbiest Fab lyrics?