G
Well, I just cycled in to the pine floored living room
Pissed on the mystics; scoffed at the Hockney.
Em
Took all the road signs back to the council
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Put my foot through the TV - not that they’d noticed.
G
Winced at the film trivia book at the bog-side
D7
Burst all the bean bags; smoked all the French fags
G
Hey, Mr. Gauloises - ou est le hubcaps?
D7 G D7 G D7 G D7 G
Aah….. Aah….. Aah….. Aah…..
G
I scream, you scream, we all scream for I Ching
And spag bol and Soulmates and Persian cats.
Em
There’s a ghost with a conscience, a fridge full of nonsense.
G
Here’s to your world view, the one in which you
D7
Feel there should be a saxophone in the corner,
G
Say that again and I’ll generalise ya.
D7 G D7 G D7 G D7 G G
Aah….. Aah….. Aah….. Aah…..
