here comes the sun , drumming the beat on the toneless tin table top , dadndeeda , here comes the sun and i say , it 's not alright , dadadndeeda dndedadndada dadada , little darlin ' , i feel my back is almost breakin ' , i should sit up straight , like this , shuffling and dragging this apathetic body into a perfect , ridiculous , more painful posture , dndadada , like a victorian at tea , why is it the things that are good for us are so often ridiculous or dull ?