Capo 1st Fret
A C#m
When I need you you’re only ever twenty-eight away with a tailwind
D Dm A
I’m on Shimano Ultegra now, ain’t you heard?
C#m
Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has failed as a friend
D Dm A
Venezuela, Australia, then me.
Em G C F Bb Eb
But when it’s too late for drunks and too early for milkmen
Ab C
Give me the moonlight, give me a spade.
F C Dm Bb G C
I’ve got soil on my fingers; I’ve got worms in my shoes,
F C Dm Bb G C
The stench of death lingers when I lie next to you,
F C Dm
I’ve been allowed about an hour to comprehend
Bb G C
That I simply can’t walk out the door
F C Dm Bb G C# F C# F
They’ve got rules by which I must abide; regulations to keep me secure.
A C#m
With a help chute and a carbon monoxide alarm
D Dm A
We would still have our Thursday afternoons
C#m
Consolation in the form of a halogen lamp
D Dm A
Dark was the night, cold was the ground.
Em G C F Bb Eb
When you’ve got nothing to lose you get worms in your shoes
Ab C C7
You get the subterranean lovesick blues.
F C Bb F
I’m still your number one fan; I’m your Betterware man
C Bb F
I’m still your number one fan; I’m your Betterware man
C Bb C# F C# F
I’m still your number one fan; I’m your Betterware man.