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