Half Man Half Biscuit - Uffington Wassail, аккорды

Вступление [Intro] E A E (x6) E A E Oh say I’m not the only one to fill with trepidation A E Walking across the forecourt of the fire station A E My wariness consumes me, yet still protects me from A E E A E (x2) The dimmer switch and the membership of Britannia Music Club. A E I adventured for a fortnight in the valley of the Rhone A E Defied capricious mistrals on which tragedies are blown A E Dismounting at the roadside to lubricate my chain A E I heard the hounds of retribution barking their refrain: Let’s go the Met Bar, and cause an altercation E A E (x8) Let’s go the Groucho, and snap at rakish heels. A E For a month I went all floppy just to see where I’d end up A E The morgue was my considered guess, or maybe Martinique A E The stern grind of reality however took its course A E E A E I stayed exactly where I was and suffered endless Feltz. A E Because you had a daughter and chose to call her Raine A E Because you didn’t indicate to go down Woodchurch Lane A E Your Am-Dram class had been postponed indefinitely A E ‘Cos the root of Jesse’s just turned up in glorious majesty. Singing “Sealed Knot Society, let’s see you try and do this one: E A E (x4) Luton Town: Millwall, nineteen eighty-five”. B Hand me down my silver trumpets, sound the revolution bell E A E (x2) There’s a Cher impersonator rising up in Israel. A E Late Lunch audience: we’ve got all your addresses A E Lazy greedy farmers: pick your own strawberries A E Is that our phone ringing or is it on the telly? Let’s do the bongo-laced twenty-second album! E A E Vreni Schneider, you’re my downhill lady A E Vreni Schneider, you’re the queen of the slopes A E Vreni Schneider, you’re my downhill lady A E Vreni Schneider, you’re the queen of the slopes.