(intro) A D F D F Bb E (x4)
A D F D
Well I’ve got a dead leg from kicking myself
F Bb E
For letting our friendship fade away
A D F D
Aloysius Umbongo N’Danga O’Reilly
F Bb E
Is hot on my heels with calamity powder.
A D F D
I saw you in Hoylake, edgy as ever
F Bb E
Up on the red rocks a-whooping and a-hollering
A D F D
Six civic dignitaries – idiots all
F Bb E
Heading out to Hilbre: I wouldn’t go that way.
A D F D
Dickheads in quicksand an hour from now
F Bb E
I should have a word but I’ve not had me dinner
A D F D
A place on the promenade’s got what I need
F Bb E A
Do I scream for the beadle or go for the ham?
E A E
Do I go for the ham?
D E A
A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy
D E A
A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy
D E A
A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy
D E A D F D F Bb E (x2)
A baguette dilemma.
A D F D
Flushed is the face that you hide in the lace
F Bb E
Of your mother’s mantilla, a bilious affair
A D F D
I’ve got a picture which nobody needs;
F Bb E
A picture of Lord Gort in his underwear.
A D F D
Out of the ordinary into the drains
F Bb E
Over the marshy Berwyn
A D F D
Ever the denizen never the norm
F Bb E
That’s all very well but you’ve still got to eat.
A D F D
I’ve heard Arthur and Omega’s “All You Can Stomach”
F Bb E
Is far and away your best bet
A D F D
You can eat in or take away
F Bb E
Your call, what do you say?
A D F D
If you snack on the hoof you’ll still get to catch
F Bb E A
The massed ranks of the RNLI
E A E
RNLI.
D E A
A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy
D E A
A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy
D E A
A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy
D E
A baguette dilemma.