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 A# D#m
Life is bad so we are led to believe
F# Fb A Cb
Bad news makes moneys world go round
F# Cb Fbm
Anna Ford hammers a post into a cup
G F A# C
Of mud claiming it is the ground
F A# D#m
Really then anything is better than
F# Fb A Cb
That is better than watching your
F# Cb Fbm
Fake news win in the end but now
G F A# C
It's my turn [unintelligible]
(instrumental break)
E
F G G# F# E
F G G# F# E
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 A# D#m
F# Fb A Cb
F# Cb Fbm
G F A# C
(chords x2)
F A# D#m
Life's a part and it lies on top of me
F# Fb A Cb
Life is constantly on my mind
F# Cb Fbm
Life's a part and it lies on top of me
G F A# C
Life is constantly on my mind
(repeat through fadeout)