Intro Dm F A Dm (x4)
Dm F A Dm
There’s a girl I’m told who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes
F A Dm
Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites
F C
And she lives somewhere you wouldn’t wanna get stuck
Gm Bb
That can’t be found in the Domesday Book;
F C
Cromwell’s troops never billeted there,
Gm A
Dick Turpin never had Bess shoed where
Dm F A Dm Dm F A Dm (x2)
This girl I’m told rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes.
Dm F A Dm
This spoon in my drawer; a reminder of childhood
F A Dm
Stayed loyal down the years in a way others never could.
F C Gm Bb
The wine has coiled its way around my understanding
F C Gm A
And I’m deaf to your libertarian jeers.
Dm F A Dm Bb
They should just brick Jim Beglin up with the Gok Wan acolytes,
A (inst D F#m G A(x2), F Bb F Bb Gm Bb A (x2)
Brick him up.
F#m G A
She in signal red, me in drab olive,
F#m G A
We made our way from Loggerheads to Hope.
Dm F A Dm
Blue skies, good underfoot, I played my sackbut.
Gm Bb A
Somewhat unwittingly kindled the underbrush;
Dm F Dm F
Through my haphazard ways I’d set the woods ablaze
Gm Bb A
But I’d had the best of days along the trail.
F C Gm Bb F
And I feel retiring her would constitute a crime
C Gm Bb F
And I know Chesil Beach is far away in time
A Dm A Dm A Dm
And now I’ve found these androids empathise
A Dm A Dm
Understand and realise, so it’s really no surprise
Gm A A7 Dm Dm F A Dm (x2)
I’ve got one that rolls its eyes…………. at the Gok Wan acolytes.