A D F D Well I’ve got a dead leg from kicking myselfF Bb E For letting our friendship fade awayA D F D Aloysius Umbongo N’Danga O’ReillyF Bb E Is hot on my heels with calamity powder.A D F D I saw you in Hoylake, edgy as everF Bb E Up on the red rocks a-whooping and a-holleringA D F D Six civic dignitaries – idiots allF Bb E Heading out to Hilbre: I wouldn’t go that way.A D F D Dickheads in quicksand an hour from nowF Bb E I should have a word but I’ve not had me dinnerA D F D A place on the promenade’s got what I needF Bb E A Do I scream for the beadle or go for the ham?E A E Do I go for the ham?D E A A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guyD E A A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guyD E A A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guy D E A D F D F Bb E (x2) A baguette dilemma.A D F D Flushed is the face that you hide in the laceF Bb E Of your mother’s mantilla, a bilious affairA D F D I’ve got a picture which nobody needs;F Bb E A picture of Lord Gort in his underwear.A D F D Out of the ordinary into the drainsF Bb E Over the marshy BerwynA D F D Ever the denizen never the normF Bb E That’s all very well but you’ve still got to eat.A D F D I’ve heard Arthur and Omega’s “All You Can Stomach”F Bb E Is far and away your best betA D F D You can eat in or take awayF Bb E Your call, what do you say?A D F D If you snack on the hoof you’ll still get to catchF Bb E A The massed ranks of the RNLIE A E RNLI.D E A A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guyD E A A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guyD E A A baguette dilemma for the Booker Prize guyD E A baguette dilemma.
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