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C Am7
Found myself in a strange town
F G
though i've only been here for 3 weeks now
C Am7
I've got blisters on my feet
F C
tryin' to find my way down Oxford Street
C Am7
I've bought an A to Z guide book
F G
tryin' to find the clubs and YMCA's
C Am7
But when you ask in a strange town
F G
They say don't know, don't care and I've got to go mate
F Gsus4 G
They worry themselves about feeling low
F Gsus4 G
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
F Gsus4 G
They all ignore me coz they don't know
F G
I'm really a spaceman from those UFO's
You've got to move in a straight line
you've got to walk and talk in 4 4 time
You can't be wierd in a strange town
You've got to wear the rijght clothes
be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can't be nice in a strange town
Coz we don't know , don't care and we got to go man
rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street, buy myself a snort
We got our own manifesto, we are kind to queers
and I'm so glad the revolutions here.
G Dm G
I've finished with the clubs where the musics loud
Dm G Em
coz I don't see a face in a single crowd - theres no one there
Dm G
I look in the mirror but I can't be seen
Dm G Em
Just a thin clean layer of Mister Sheem - looking back at me.
Am
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C
Strange town, Strange town.
Break it up, Break it up
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