A F
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,
E
It gets poured all over her fella, London
D
Cos’ she says, man he ain’t no better
A
Than the next man kicking up fuss
A F
Drunk she stumbles down by a river
E
Screams calling London,
D
And none of us heard her coming,
A
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out