Verse
The world she says there's wrong
In all she says and do-be-do's
We understand but I can't when her hand
Is in saving all her troubles in her
Deceptive calandar mind
It's a dreadful situation really
D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-dive!
F# B Em
Life is bad so we are led to believe
G F A# C
Bad news makes moneys world go round
G C Fm
Anna Ford hammers a post into a cup
G# F# B C#
Of mud claiming it is the ground
F# B Em
Really then anything is better than
G F A# C
That is better than watching your
G C Fm
Fake news win in the end but now
G# F# B C#
It's my turn [unintelligible]
(instrumental break)
F
F# G# A G F
F# G# A G F
A#
A# G# F#
Oh the grand old Duke of York
A# G# F#
He had ten thousand men
A# G# F#
He marched them up to the top of the hill
A# G# F#
And he marched them down again
D# C#
Oh no!
Dive!
F# B Em
G F A# C
G C Fm
G# F# B C#
(chords x2)
F# B Em
Life's a part and it lies on top of me
G F A# C
Life is constantly on my mind
G C Fm
Life's a part and it lies on top of me
G# F# B C#
Life is constantly on my mind
(repeat through fadeout)