This is, of course, pure parody, pure fantasy, fueled by that exhaustless Muse known familiarly as “The Internet.” Articles, photos, websites, podcasts—the conspiracy supposes that the real Paul McCartney “blew his mind out in car” sometime in 1966 and was replaced by the so-called “Faul” McCartney, who is taller than John, has a different eye-color and even head shape. It gets fuzzy whether “Faul” was simply a human impostor (from Canada) or something far more sinister like a reptilian-human alien hybrid (along the lines of the Bush or British Royal families). Remember, I said parody.

Paul is dead
I read it
on the internet
he broke his neck
in a single car-wreck
that sad November back in '66
EMI and M16 did secret DNA experiments
to protect the investment
and the government interest
So Faul was born
a test-tube hybrid
an alien form
who could sing as
sweet as Paul did

Faul wasn't the same
inside his
reptilian brain
throbbed the
dream of a
new world order
a prison planet without any borders
run by Masons, Bilderbergs, Federal Reserves
and overseen by the Googuhluminati

John George and Ringo
what could they say
what could they know
he might have looked different
but he still wrote hits
turn me on dead man, 28 if
turn me on dead man, 28 if
he lived

Paul is dead
and the '60s died with him
hippies shaved their heads
and turned to murder or mayhem
John had suspicions
and couldn't hold his tongue
and he found himself
on the business end
of a brainwashed babyfaced killer
like Oswald or Sirhan or James Earl Ray
a question mark assassin
left holding the gun
and the band's on the run