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Intro
(while whistling)
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Part A.
C F G C
Getting hung up all day on smiles
F G C
Walking down Portobello Road for miles
F G
Greeting strangers in Indian boots
F G
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Am G
Growing old is my only dan - ger
Part B.
C F G C
Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks
F G C
Lampshades of old antique leather
F G Am
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
F G
Or the boots made out of feathers
F C
I keep walking miles
F C
'til I feel a broom beneath my feet
F C
Or the hawking eyes
G G7
Of an old stuffed bull across the street
F G C
Nothing's the same if you see it again
F G C
It'll be broken down to litter
F G Am
Oh and the clothes everyone knows
F G
That that dress will never fit her
Part C.
C F G C
(whistling...)
F G C
(...whistling...)
F G Am
(...more whistling)
F F G G G G G G G G G G G G
(all strummed downward quickly)
Repeat parts A and B and then part A again with the last line:
Am G C F G C
Growing old is my only dan - ger
Outro (while whistling)
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