Cifras
National Shite Day

Tono: D

Introducción:  D   Am   C   D   Am   C   F  

 D                                     Am                         C 
Pulling the ice axe from my leg, I staggered on
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Spindrift stinging my remaining eye
     D                                   Am 
I finally managed to reach the station
 C                                         F                                                     D                   Am  C  F 
Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down
             D                                     Am 
After wondering to myself whether or not it should
 C                                       F 
Actually be called a train replacement service
     D                                     Am 
I walked out onto the concourse
         C                                 F                                                   D 
And noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with
 Am                       C                           F 
Probably by a junior employee.
 D                           Am                                     C                                             F 
Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM
     D                                         Am                       C 
Involving a tug-of-love custody battle 
 F                                 D                 Am  C  F   D  Am  C  F 
Stockard Channing held sway.
 D                                             Am                                             C 
Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots
                         F 
Without due care or attention
     D                                 Am                                       C 
I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette
 F                   D                                             Am   C                     F           D  Am  C  F 
I.e. sidle out of the store gingerly - embrace the margin.
 D                         Am                         C                         F                       D  Am  C  F 
Fat kids with sausage rolls, poor sods conducting polls.
                     D                                             Am                                     C           F   D  Am  C  F 
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets.
 D                                                       Am 
I try to put everything into perspective,
 C                                                                 F 
Set it against the scale of human suffering
 D                                           Am 
And I thought of the Mugabe government
                 C                                               F 
And the children of the Calcutta railways

 D                   Am               C         F                           E 
Overhead a rainbow appears - in black and white.
 D         Am  C                           F                               D         Am  C 
Shite Day, I guess this must be National Shite Day
                         F                               D         Am  C 
This surely must be National Shite Day
                       F                               D         Am  C  F        D  Am  C  Fx8) 
Don't tell me it's National Shite Day.
 D       Am   C                 F         D         Am   C               F     D  Am  C  F 
Float,             float on.     Float,             float on
 D       Am  C  F       D         Am  C  F 
Barry                   Herpes.
 D                                     Am 
I got a letter from Stringy Bob
 C                                               F 
"Still on suicide watch, screws not happy.
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Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during Association
         F                             D                             Am  C  F 
Was roundly ignored  what news you?"
 D                                     Am 
I felt sorry for him
                                                           C                                 F 
He'd only been locked up for public nuisance offences
 D                                                 Am                                     C 
One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary
                           F                       D                         Am 
Found a dead wading bird, took it home, parcelled it up
         C                                                             F 
And sent it off to the rubber-faced irritant Phil Cool
 D                                               Am         C                                             F   D  Am  C  F 
With a note inside which read: "Is this your Sanderling?"
 D                                       Am                                                 C                   F 
Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press
 D                                     Am           C           F 
"Keyboard player required - Doors, Floyd, etc.
 D                               Am                         C   F                                       D     Am  C  F 
Must be committed  no time wasters" - you can guess the rest.
 D                       Am                                                       C                                         F 
I'd always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills
 D                                   Am                                 C                                       F 
To be found months later, his carcass stripped by homeless dogs
         D                             Am                                             C     F   D  Am  C  F 
His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow
     D                                                   Am                                   C         F 
I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket
 D                                 Am                                                                         C     F   D  Am  C  F 
All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark
 D                                 Am                             C     F   E 
May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob.
 D         Am  C                 F                                   D         Am   C 
Shite Day, I do believe it's National Shite Day
               F                                   D         Am  C 
It all points to National Shite Day
                         F                                   D         Am  C  FE 
Someone's declared it National Shite Day.
 D         Am  C                 F                             D         Am   C 
Shite Day, my birthday on National Shite Day
               F                                     D         Am  C 
No bog roll, it's National Shite Day
                   F                                     D         Am  C  F       Am  C  Ftº 
Cue drum roll, it's National Shite Day.