Key: B
Introduction:
F# Ab B
And we roll on to my back shed
C# F#
Play some poker, scratch my head
F# Ab B
Look at the sky and spot the planes
C# F#
Where would I go on holidays?
Ab E
Roll with the punches down the aisles
B Bb Ebm B Bb
and down the streets the weeks roll by.
B Bb
I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
F# Ab
All my friends are fuckups
B C#
but they're fun to have around
F# Ab
Banana chairs out on the concrete
B C#
Telling stories to the stars
F# Ab
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah
E B Bb Ebm B Bb
How down the street the weeks roll by.
Ab B F# E B
The moment the night wears off the bombsite reappears
B A
They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
D E F#
I feel so good I, just might, wake him up
Ebm B Bb
Pat him on the bald head - tell me about a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
Ebm B Bb
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but no-where around me
F# Ab B
And we roll on to my back shed
C# F#
Play some poker, scratch my head
F# Ab B
Look at the sky and spot the planes
C# F#
Where would I go on holidays?
Ab E
Roll with the punches down the aisles
B Bb Ebm B Bb
and down the streets the weeks roll by.
F# Ab
All my friends are fuckups
B C#
but they're fun to have around
F# Ab
Banana chairs out on the concrete
B C#
Telling stories to the stars
F# Ab
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah
E B Bb Ebm B Bb
How down the street the weeks roll by.
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
F# AbE B Bb Ebm
...and how down the street the weeks, roll by.