INTRO
[G]
VERSE 1
[G]A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food
takes a long time to [C]pass you by
[G]Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a
dollar in [C]this old town
[G]Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style
I don't like this place, [C]We better go
[G]Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure
as the [C]cold driven snow
[D]
[G]
VERSE 2
[G]What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from [C]anything good and the old prison food
[G]Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
[G]Cause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid
on your back
With the boy with the arab [D]strap
With the boy from the arab [G]strap
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[D] [C] [G]
VERSE 3
It's [G]something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have [C]gone too far?
[G]Everyone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The [C]Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist [D]clientele
A [G]central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with
your lewd and [C]lascivious boasts
We [G]all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from [C]noon until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy [D]laugh
You're the boy with the arab [G]strap
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
VERSE 4
[G]Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the [C]cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm
[G]What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your [C]ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got [D]style
Sunday bathtime could take a while [G]
[G]
VERSE 1
[G]A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food
takes a long time to [C]pass you by
[G]Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a
dollar in [C]this old town
[G]Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style
I don't like this place, [C]We better go
[G]Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure
as the [C]cold driven snow
[D]
[G]
VERSE 2
[G]What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from [C]anything good and the old prison food
[G]Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
[G]Cause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid
on your back
With the boy with the arab [D]strap
With the boy from the arab [G]strap
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[D] [C] [G]
VERSE 3
It's [G]something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have [C]gone too far?
[G]Everyone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The [C]Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist [D]clientele
A [G]central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with
your lewd and [C]lascivious boasts
We [G]all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from [C]noon until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy [D]laugh
You're the boy with the arab [G]strap
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
VERSE 4
[G]Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the [C]cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm
[G]What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your [C]ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got [D]style
Sunday bathtime could take a while [G]
