Oh pleeeease, say to meeee, you’ll let me hold your MAAAAAAN! I wanna hold your man!
HAHAHAHA!!! Sorry, I never get tired of that one. I know it’s a dumb joke, but you know what, John Lennon said it first and if it’s good enough for John Lennon, it’s good enough for this blog. And if you actually thought those were the real lyrics, well, you wouldn’t be the first person to mishear this song either. Bob Dylan famously thought the words “I can’t hide” were “I get high” and jumped to the conclusion that the boys were reefer freaks. When they finally all met the boys had no idea what he was talking about. This was before The Beatles really knew about getting high. They’d all already done a lot of speed, but only as a work-related necessity, not a pleasurable fun thing to do for its own sake. Then Dylan smoked them out and everybody had a good laugh about it. That’s the legend, anyway. It might be exaggerated, I don’t know. We do know that out of the many bands who’ve been accused of not-so-sneakily encouraging drug use in their music, The Beatles actually did do that and with great enthusiasm. After a certain point, it’s hard to name a Beatles song that isn’t an obvious drug reference of some kind. But this one ain’t one of ‘em. It’s all about the innocent joys of hand holding, nothing more to it than that. And why should there be? Holding hands is nice. There’s no need to find a subversive message or double entendre where none exists.