A E F E
I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind.
A E F E
I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind,
A E F E
I’d like to rescue her from unicyclists,
A E
Come on, come on, come on, come on
F E
Come on, begone futon begone,
Bm F E A F E (x2)
Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream.
A E F E
A growing trend for people nowadays to say
A E F E
“Don’t let my funeral be morose in any way”
A E F E
I, I, I, I, I will always hate them
Bm F E A F E (x4)
I ask you now please Rock of Ages Cleft for Me.
G#m D A
The forty-third brown sign today
D A
Tells me I could be on my way
B E
To England’s crudest water wheel:
A D
I’d rather take the bridleway
A D
The one you turned down yesterday
A B E
To be with he who rules the roost at barbecues.
A E A
Too many psychopaths, oo-ooh
E D A
Not enough cycle paths, oo-ooh,oo-ooh, oo-ooh.
E A
Too many psychopaths, oo-ooh
E D A
Not enough cycle paths, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh.
D A
Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
D E A
Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh...........