Am
We sat and decided as the seasons collided
Em
Am
That our love was purely utopian
If it wasn’t for my pills, my psychiatric bills
Em
Am
And your unreliable fallopian.
Then I guessed we’d be fine, embraced on cloud nine
Em
Am
Emotionally impossible to sever
You’d turn around quickly and ever so sickly
Em
Am
I’d tell you I’d love you forever.
Em
Am
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Em
Am
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
Em
Am
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
Em
Am
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Em
Am
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you.
Am
And you know it’s a shame but we were never the same
Em
Am
On account of your stupid amnesia
Through teardrops I stare at the wall that’s now bare
Em
Am
And I reach for the Milk of Magnesia.
And I’ll die on the floor and leave a note on the door
Em
Am
Saying “This ape has just left Gibraltar”
And in hell it will rain and I’ll say once again
Em
Am
That I’d stand next to you at the altar.
Em
Am
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Em
Am
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
Em
Am
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
Em
Am
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Em
Am
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you. With boots on.