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Am F C G
It's 6.00 a.m. and even Big Ben
Am F C G
Is trying to get his head down for a kip
Am F
But no sooner is it down
C G
And then it's on with dressing gown
Am F C G
For this city very rarely loses grip
C G F G
But I have a friend who's never up by 10.00
C G F G
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
C G F G
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends
C G F G
And he says to me, he cannot tell the time
Am F C G
It's 7.00 a.m. and we're coghing up the phlegm
Am F C G
Spitting out the taste of night before
Am F
And we'll vomit and we'll choke
C G
Just to climb their tatty rope
Am F C G
Well this city has it's charm, and is't claw
C G F G
And he'll blame his clock or he'll say he's lost his socks
C G F G
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
C G F G
His excuses are an art from the bottom of his heart
C G F G
And he thinks of them whenever he awakes
Am F C G
It's 8.00 a.m. and we're on the road again
Am F C G
Racing for a placing at the top
Am F
And it says green for go
C G
For the people in the know
Am F C G
But for the others all it says red for stop
C G F G
It's cold and it's damp and they've dug him a grave
C G F G
And the 10.15 merchants still in bed
C G F G
And scrawled upon the headboard for the whole wide world to see is
C G F G
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"
Original played in F-Major!
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