Bb Dm C G          (2)

[Verse 1]
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 Ground Control to Monty Don,
Bb        Dm              C    G
 The testimonial silver’s gone
Bb         Dm                   C    G
 The circumstance here’s pretty thin
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 The sun comes out when I go in.
Bb                             Dm                               Bm
 On the way home from spinning class she pops into the deli for artisan gossip
G                                      Bb
 He stays in the car leafing through a high end coffee bean catalogue
Dm                           Bm                            G
 Their dream is to open up a roasterie in the Keswick area.

[Chorus]
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut; get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut; get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb[/c     F       Dm            Bb   Dm C G  Bb Dm C G
 Stop meeting friends, and cut your hedge.

[Verse 2]
Bb             Dm          C     G
 Why can’t you say “orang-utan?”
Bb             Dm                C     G
 Why can’t you just say “Ku-Klux-Klan?”
Bb             Dm             C   G
 Who needs the library or the pub
Bb              Dm            C   G
 When we’ve got your creative hub?
Bb                              Dm                        Bm
 He got a Boardman bike on the “Cycle-To-Work” scheme, discovered he really enjoyed it;
G                                    Bb
 Started watching the Tour-De-France highlights on ITV 4
           Dm                                   Bm                        G
Worshipped at the altar of Wiggo and Froome-dog; goes out every Sunday in full Sky replica kit.

[Chorus]
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut, get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut, get your fuckin’ hedge cut
Bb              F     Dm             C     F  C  F  C  F  C  F
 Stop analysing Strava, and cut your hedge.

[Verse 3]
Bb                 Dm                      Bm
 “It’s a wonderful Life”; it’s a wonderful film
                                         G
Tho’ the more I watch it the more I want Potter to succeed
Bb                                                      Dm
 Not least when that lot up the road come out in to the street every New Year’s Eve
Bm                       G                                           Bb  F  Bb  F  Bb  F  C    C7
Drunk on Ptolemy’s hock, hugging each other and going’ “hee-haw, hee-haw”.
A             Bb         C  C7            F
 Every time a bell rings, I hate you some more
A             Bb         C  C7            F
 Every time a bell rings, I hate you some more
A             Bb         C  C7            F
 Every time a bell rings, I hate you some more
A             Bb         C  C7            F
 Every time a bell rings.