Intro
F#
C# B F#
Too much of nothing can make a man ill at ease.
C#
One man's temper rises
B F#
where another man's temper might freeze.
C# D
Now it's the day of confessions
D# E
and we cannot mock the soul.
F F#
Oh when there's too much of nothing
G G#sus4 G#
no one has control.
B
Say hello to Valery,
F#
say hello to Vivian.
B
Give her all my salary
A C# E B F#
on the waters of oblivion.
C# B F#
Well too much of nothing can cause a man to weep.
C#
He can walk the streets and like most and boast,
B F#
but would he like to keep?
C# D
But it's all been done before,
D# E
it's all been written in the book.
F F#
And when there's too much of nothing
G G#sus4 G#
nobody should look.
B
Say hello to Valery,
F#
say hello to Vivian.
B
Give her all my salary
A C# E B F#
on the waters of oblivion.
C#
Now too much of nothing
B F#
can make a man a liar.
C#
It can cause some men to sleep on nails,
B F#
it can cause others to eat fire.
C# D
Everybody's doing something,
D# E
I heard it in a dream.
F F#
But when there's too much of nothing
G G#sus4 G#
it just makes a fellow mean.
B
Say hello to Valery,
F#
say hello to Vivian.
B
Give her all my salary
A C# E B F#
on the waters of oblivion.