D

D/c#

He was a species on the verge of extinction

D/c

B7

She was an Air New Zealand hostess

Em

Em(maj7)

They were mystically joined, like Rawicz and Landauer

Em7

A

Like Pinky and Perky, like Porgy and Bess Oh he loved the pursuit and the romance But the details were more of a chore When the bride's veil lifted, his mind soon drifted At least that's what happened before

D

D/c#

Let it blow, let it snow

G/b

A

Let the mercury bubble and dive

Bb

F

Life's little traumas and courtroom dramas

Gm

A

Remind me I'm glad I'm alive Oh she loved the clinking of glasses When the toast was to nobles and princes In the conjugal nest she was seen at her best With her keen eye for curtains and chintzes She had all of the furniture ordered By the time they were naming the date And her mother came speeding from distant Dunedin To help with the flowers and cake Let it blow... At the Chapel of Partial Remembrance The ushers went into a seizure Mr Bacchus, they said, should we stand on our heads Would sackcloth and ashes displease you? And they honeymooned down in Ibiza Where the sun and the nightlife were hot As she lay on the sand, he said, isn't it grand? I bring all of my wives to this spot Let it blow... A life of volcanic activity Left him nothing to spout but hot air A long interruption since his last eruption Was disguised by sheer devil-may-care But some charm and some skill and manoeuvre Had him rising to meet the occasion And for once, they found bliss, but news of their tryst Got to Fleet Street, and caused a sensation Let it blow... The Press was baying for blood now They gave them a week at the most We were all glad to see it reach weeks two and three But the fourth week, the whole thing was toast And she dragged her tail back to New Zealand With threats of High Court and revenge Meanwhile his eye did stray to the ample bustier Of a novelty dancer from Penge Let it blow...

A

D

E

A

D

E

For whose sake, for whose sake

F#m

Bm

C

Did I deliver sighs of love and vows forever

A

D

E

A

D

E

For whose sake, for whose sake

F#m

Bm

Am

Did I learn real from true?

Am

B/a

Am

B/a

Fast times, what a scene you left behind

Am

B/a

Am

B/a

Skins shed and bitter morsels said

C

G

Dm

C

G

And now you shine your little star

Dm

C

G

And did you come so far

Dm

C

G

Are you who you think you are? For whose sake, for whose sake Did I endeavour, pledge myself forever For whose sake, for whose sake

F#m

Bm

F#m

Bm

I know your signs and I know your lines

A

A/f#

A/e

But I don't know you

A

A/f#

A/e

I don't know you

A

A/f#

A/e

I don't know you

D

My dearest Miss Patsy, I'm writing to say

G

That I'm sorry to not be in touch

D

It's been quite a parade, but my thoughts never strayed

G

A

Too far, or too long, or too much

A

D

A

D

Miss Patsy, forgive all the choices I made

Em

D

G

I've been fighting shadows on the wrong crusade

A

D

A

D

Looking for ghosts in a penny arcade

G

A

Miss Patsy, no more will I roam

Em

C

D

Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home They held me to ransom back there in the foothills And nobody stumped up a bean Not Swifty, nor Eddie, came up with the ready It can make you think people plain mean I've been hanging out with some virtuous people They emptied my bank account twice They gave me self-confidence, even some clothes And a truck-load of love and advice When they gave out the cyanide pills with a wink And said, Wait for the word, any day now, we think I knew it was time to pull back from the brink Miss Patsy, no more will I roam Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home Miss Patsy, I looked at myself in the mirror Decided I needed some work Got me a nose job, a shave and a haircut To drive all them ladies berserk But the arm round my waist was a man in dark blue He said, ain't you him? We've been looking for you Now I'm sharing a cell with a holy kung fu Miss Patsy, no more will I roam Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

III

D

A

F#m

G

As I was a-walking down by old Thames side

D

/f#

G

A

Well my foot and my heart seemed to falter

D

A

F#m

G

For there you were standing by Custom House Landing

Am

G/b

D

(

G/b

D

) Like Venus risen out of the water

D

G/b

D

G

And they'll say it's because I'm a fool in love

D

/f#

G

A

That I swear there's no beauty before you

D

A

F#m

G

But those that deny will think that I lie

Am

G/b

D

(

G/b

D

) Well those are the ones never saw you Oh there never was anyone perfect as you As you stood there and smiled to greet me And I looked for a phrase to capture your ways But that's a task will always defeat me And they'll say it's because I'm a fool in love That I swear there's no beauty before you But those that deny or think that I lie Well those are the ones never saw you If the lady's for turning then London's for burning Let's drink to the streets we were born in We'll dine and we'll dance ourselves into a trance Till the night fades into the morning And they'll say it's because I'm a fool in love That I swear there's no beauty before you But those that deny or think that I lie Well those are the ones never saw you

D

Sometimes I long for the solitary life

G

Parents long gone, no kids, no wife

A

G

Sister somewhere in Australia

D

G

D

Never did keep in touch Sex no more than a "how do you do" With a copy of Penthouse in the loo Socially a bit of a failure Nice not to have to try too much

D

A solitary life

G

D

A life of small horizons

Em

C

G

D

Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the gun-metal sky over North West Eleven A serious hobby in the garden shed Model trains, or soldiers in lead Join the suburban boffins of Britain Experts on trivial things And holidays in the Yorkshire Dales Or cycling tours of the North of Wales Unenvious of those flea-bitten On continental flings A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven Excitement comes by subtle means The satisfaction of routines Small revenges at the office Smug little victories You work on your pallor, complexion like paste Like the grey defeat on an inmate's face A life spent adding losses and profits Resigning by degrees A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the gun-metal skies over North West Eleven And come to the end, sad and alone A steady, reliable tumour you've grown From selfish years, while all your peers Have stressfully jogged to health In life you were always quite numb And foggier now, you soon succumb In drab St. Bart's on the new bypass Death overcomes by stealth A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the pewter sky over North West Eleven A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the gun-metal sky over North West Eleven