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A Worms Life 
Tom: G#
Intro: (one bar each)
G# A# (A#sus, for the last two beats, if you're keen) 
G# A# (played sans bottom finger, with bar on the first fret)
Verses
   G#               A# 
1. Though you think me cold and slimy
2. Sometimes it's   too hot for cooking
3. Then I was       plucked from the wet slime
G#             A#        E (played on 7th fret)
I've got a     nice home....
One wants just a salad...
And dropped in tequila...
F (8th fret)       A#
Tasted your        best guacamole
And then comes the breeze in the evening
I lay in a         stupor for some time
G#                  A#                   A#sus     C (bottom finger off)
and siesta'd at     noon in the cool     of the    soil. (Chorus)
And men light       cigars and the scent fills the air. (Chorus)
Then one fine night I was gulped down    in a      shot. (Chorus)
CHORUS 
  E      C           A
A worm's life can be easy 
      E   C          A
If he lay low out of sight
BRIDGE(Instrumental part, 1 bar each)
G# A# F A# E C A
D               G                               Am
Then the rains  come, and the ground fills with water
And I must come up to the surface for           air (to verse 3.)
Outro (One bar each)
E C A A
E C Asus A

 

All Of This Ugly 
Tom: E
E                                   C#m
I was walking through the country
       A          B
And passing through lovely scenery
E                     B                      C#m             A
When I came upon some rotting remains
C#m                                   B
And though the carcass was wormy
E                      A                                B
Well after all it's all a part of nature art of cleaning
A                              B             C#m  B
If I try hard I think that I will see
A                                        B
Some good behind all of this ugly

When my job was a garbageman
To go out and empty the garbage cans
And I'd come upon rotting remains
But we'd drive the outside town
And fill the land, and make the hills that you can walk around on
If I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly
If I were born as vulture
I'd fly out circle high in the air
And I'd look out for rotting remains
And if they weren't quite dead yet
A little bite would help things so I could get started...
If I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly
I Love Your Goo 
Tom: C
I love your [c] guts, I love your [em] goo
Your ugly [d] blood, your creepy [g] heart
The heart that’s [c] true, to me and [g] you
I [em] thank you
I’d eat your [c] gum, I’d eat your [em] goo
I love the [d] blood that lights your [g] eyes
And makes your [c] lips the colour [g] blue
I [em] thank you
Your [c] flesh and your [d] insides
Your [am] blood and your [bm] outsides
You’re [c] blameless and I’m [d] shameless
[g,em] [g,c]
I am the [c] shit upon your [em] shoe
Your creepy [d] blood is in my [g] heart
The heart that’s [c] true to me and [g] you
I [em] thank you
Your [c] flesh and your [d] insides
Your [am] blood and your [bm] outsides
You’re [c] blameless and I’m [d] shameless
[g,em] [g,c]
I’m in the [c] mud, I’m in the [g] goo
Your face is [c] cold, your lips are [g] blue
But your heart is [c] true, to me and [g] you
I [em] thank you
Your [c] flesh and your [d] insides
Your [am] blood and your [bm] outsides
You’re [c] blameless and I’m [d] shameless

 

On And On 
Tom: Bm
Bm(add4)
Come with me down this ol' road
G
Where I got stuck and later towed
Dsus2
Listen to the sound of the falling rain
E
We just might end up stuck again
A                        Bm
The little bird can sing and sing
G                       Dsus2
The little bird knows everything
A                       Bm
But the little bird don't bother with song
G                                    Dsus2     Bm
He knows that it just goes on and on and on and on
Bm(add4)
Climb up in this tree with me
G
We'll hang from a branch, there's plenty to see
Dsus2
Listen to the sound of the blowin' leaves
E
Feel that breeze goin' through your sleeves
A                        Bm
The little bird can sing and sing
G                       Dsus2
The little bird knows everything
A                       Bm
But the little bird don't bother with song
G                                       Dsus2                                  
Bm
He knows that it just goes on and on and on and on
Bm(add4)
Don't go followin' me no more
G
I'm sick of your face at my back door
Dsus2
Don't you listen to the bird in your head
E
Just remember what I said
A                        Bm
The little bird can sing and sing
G                       Dsus2
The little bird knows everything
A                       Bm
But the little bird don't bother with song
G                                          Dsus2   Bm
He knows that it just goes on and on and on and on
Bm(add4)
Come with me down this ol' road
G
Where I got stuck and later towed
Dsus2
Listen to the sound of the falling rain
E
We just might end up stuck again...
Our Driver Gestures 
Tom: D#
Intro: E
D#
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver
C#
You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well
D#
The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar
C#
Like eating herring where the sun does not go down
G#         A#        G#               A#
Our driver calculates what time we'll hit town
C               Gm
And every time a border comes
G#               F
We go inside and meet with someone
C                   Gm
Perhaps a form will need to be filled in
G#                 F
Then we can go and restart up the engines
Plumbing often varies in the various different countries
I like to crouch down and turn on those bidets
I'll have a cocktail, pick at my fingernails
And then I'll squat down for a wash to end the day
Our driver recommends we try the soufflé
And every time a border comes
We go inside and meet with someone
Perhaps a form will need to be filled in
Then we can go and restart up the engines
bridge: E   C#m
	E   A
Then we went down under, and we were told of farmers
Who brought some pigs here from the old country
But pigs eat turtle eggs and turtles eat jellyfish
And now you get stung if you're swimming in the sea
Our driver gestures out behind the palm trees
And every time a border comes
We go inside and meet with someone
Perhaps a form will need to be filled in
Then we can go and restart up the engines
outro: E
[figured out by Martin Falk]

 

The Bereft Mans Song 
Tom: C
[C]I've all my [G]wisdom teeth
[C]Two up to, [F]two be[G]neath
And yet I'll recognise
My mouth says things that aren't so wise
But when I sing my darling's praise
I know I'm right, or close anyways
For she's a gem upon this earth
I know to me she will return
CHORUS ***
Oh I [C]know it's [F]true, [C]I know it's [F]true.
That [C]I was made [G]for her, and [C]she me [G]too.
And I'm [C]confi[F]dent that she'll [C]think so [F]too
And [C]she'll be [G]coming back.....[F]soon [G]
Mornings we have toast and tea
I gaze across the table, she glares right back a t me.
And when we're running low on jam
I give her the last spoonful, that's just the way I am
And I drive her to work each day
Even though it's early and work is far away
And I don't even say a thing
When she plays the radio so loud you cannot think
BACK TO CHOURS ***
[G]I can't stand her [F]goddamned [C]friends
But [F]I will toler[C]ate them, [F]even though I 
them
And [G]I will put up with [F]her par[C]ents
'cause she says [F]I'll not ever [C]meet someone who [F]is so 
and
[C]sweet ever ag[G]ain [F] [C]
BACK TO CHORUS ***
I've all my wisdom teeth
two up top, two beneath
and yet I'll recognise
My mouth says things that aren't so wise
But when I sing my darling's praise
I know I'm right, or close anyways
For she's a gem upon this earth
I know to me she will return
BACK TO CHOURS ***
And [C] she'll be [G]coming back.....[F]soon [G]Learn to play "The Bereft Mans Song" with online video lessons 

 

The Country Life 
Tom: F
[F]Darling I've been [F]thinking this one [F]through
We've been [F]fighting like [F]cat and dog now [F]here's what 
go to do
This [F]life in the [F]city is [F]killing the 
that we once [F]knew
We could [F]ha[F]ppy in the [F]coun[F]try
We would spend so many lovely days
We'd have chickens and cow and corn and whatever it is farmers raise
At breakfast each morning we'd fry up our own hand-picked eggs
We could be happy in the country
CHORUS ***
[F]So let's pack your bags up tog[F]ether
[F]And we'll be in the clear for[F]ever [F]
We'll just sit right back and watch while our crops grow
While we listen to gals like Kitty Wells on country radio
Weekends we'd two-step at some cowboy bar just down the road
We could be happy in the country
BACK TO CHOURS ***
[F]I know that the local folks will [F]make us feel right at [F]home
We'll have [F]homemade whiskey and [F]ramble down country [F]roads
And I would learn to ride on the rodeo
I'd have shiny boots and a cowboy hat so that nobedy'd ever know
That we'd once been city folks that owned sporty cars and fancy homes
If we could just be in the county
BACK TO CHORUS ***

 

The Voyage 
Tom: A
(voclal intro)
A        B       E
It may be that I like to
A   B               E
But I won't fall in love with you.
B                  A            E
We won't spend the rest of our lives together
A                  B           E
But anyway couldn't we go on a trip together
(verses)
        A          B               E
        We could go to the British islands
Darling, each morning, when   we   woke up
        After that we could go to Yugoslavia
        A        B                        E
    And hike      around the Scottish highlands
        We'd have bisquites and tea from a tea cup
        Oh, how I would love to travel    with ya
        B                       A               E
    The youth hotels they have  there would be perfect for us
        People might  think that we were on our honey moon
        We don't   have   to    be wife and     husband
        A                  B                  E
  Cause we're both youths, so they    would     really suite us
        But we'd know better even though we'd slept in the same room
     To take    a      trip     across the     ocean
(refr. after 1st and 3rd verse)
        Cm      A            E     E
        Cm      A            E     E
(refr. after 2nd verse)
        B                   A
        We could live right out of our back packs
        E                             B
        We'd send our parents lots of trinkets and knick-knacks
                  Cm                A
        Trough the post and across the sea
        B
        Back to our own country
(outro)
        Cm        A         E      E
        Cm        A         E      E
(THE CHORDS)

 

Thick Necked Man 
Tom: D
        D
We're talkin' 'bout a thick neck man in the city
G                  A
Build a pub a blood and sweat
D
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
G                            A
He ain't stood by justice yet
     D
He gets them drunk and he gets their money
        G                       A
They cash the welfare checks for stout
           D
Now he throws them out into the street
     G                        A
He sucked you in he'll spit you out
D                         G
This blood-minded son of a bitch
      C                G
Will not a penny lend
      D          A      G         D
And all I can do is pray to God
        A              D
He'll suffer in the end
We're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a three piece
Killing from his office desk
The many places he has been
And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride and kisses
Without his country's confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt on consequence
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has no a wound to mend
And all I can do is pray to God he'll
Get one in the end
Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
It's not his night his boss is uptight
And his face and name are covered in mud
He watches TV, all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife and wrecks the car
And spends a long dark night in jail
Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him
Does he know what mess he's in
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has not a son to mend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll get one in the end
D
Let him get one..........
       D         A      G         D
And all I can do is pray to God
       A                  D
He'll get one in the end
-------------------------------

 

Yer Devil Ways 
Tom: Am
Intro: Am | Am | F | D | 
Am 
Don't let a crawdad bite yer toe 
   F                                    D 
The dirty little thing will never let go 
Am 
Don't let your car go off the road 
F                                       D 
Remember that your haulin' a heavy load 
G 
You with the beady piggy eyes 
Am              C 
Go and live yer devil ways 
G 
Just don't come 'round here no more 
Am                   C 
Temptin' me with yer devil days 
G 
You with the beady piggy eyes 
Am              C 
Go and live yer devil ways 
G 
Just don't come 'round here no more 
Am                         D 
Temptin' me with yer devil days 
Don't let a doggy bite yer leg 
Whup him on the ass and tie him to a peg 
Don't tell me that your shit don't stink 
It's worse than the puke in the kitchen sink 
You with the beady piggy eyes... 
Put up your dukes or stop that talkin' 
That's my woman so quit yer gawkin' 
Keep yer fingers off my truck 
Remember that it's mine, you fuck 
You with the beady piggy eyes... 
Every Morning 
Tom: Cm
Cm       Bb     Eb 
I get up every morning 
Cm        Bb       Eb 
I'm mean to everyone 
Cm           Bb       Eb 
But you just you ignore me 
Cm 
You seem think it's fun 
Ab 
And I need to get away 
Bb      Eb      Bb          Eb 
And you need to get away from me 
Ab 
And you see it's the right thing 
Bb         Eb         Bb         Eb 
And that is why you're right for me 
I watch the girly dancers 
Passing one by one 
I'll never have to meet them 
I have my dance and we're done 
And I need to get away 
And you need to get away from me 
And you see it's the right thing 
And that is why you're right for me 
I've got a book of special pictures 
I take a peek off and on 
When I'm alone in the morning 
I get my own thing going on 
And I need to get away 
And you need to get away from me 
And you see it's the right thing 
And that is why you're right for me 

 

Get You In The Morning 
Tom: Am
Intro: Am
[Am] [D] [Am] [D]
[Am] I want it cheap, [D] I want it now
[F] I want it fast, and I [D] want it with [E] feeling
[Am] I want it deep, [D] I want a vow
[F] I want it to last, and I [D] want it with [E] meaning
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning
We'll just [C] go and not [G] give any [D] warning
[Am] I am the cheap, [D] I'm right here now
[F] I'm moving fast, and [D] I've got the [E] feeling
[Am] I'm going deep, [D] I've made my vow
[F] It is my last, and it's the [D] one I'm [E] keeping
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning
We'll just [C] go and not [G] give any [D] warning
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning
[Am] I'm on my game, [D] I walk the walk
[F] I smell the smell, and [D] I feel the [E] feeling
[Am]It's in my name, [D] I talk the talk
[F] I ring the bell, and [D] I do the [E] dealing
[Am] I am the name, [D] I am the walk
[F] I've got the smell, and [D]I've got the [E] feeling
[Am] I'm going deep, [D] I'm going fast
[F] I'm going now, and I'm [D] going with [E] meaning
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning
We'll just [C] go and not [G] give any [D] warning
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning
We'll just [C] go and not [G] give any [D] warning
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning
We'll just [C] go and not [G] give any [D] warning
I will [Am] come and get [G] you in the [F] morning 
Im A Dog
Tom: F
F         C                                 G5           Am 
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes 
F             G                                 C         F 
And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold 
C              G                         C 
Sometimes I am given pause to think when 
                   F                   Am 
I consider what we could call the good life 
F             C                      G5      Am 
When it comes to the city versus the country life 
F            G                       C        F 
Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife 
C                  G5                    C 
Breakfast with the master in the morning 
                    F                           Am 
Feel the breeze and brush against a cow's leg - mmm! 
G                Dm                G          
But it seems the thinkers you call greatest are 
    Dm             Bb              F  
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away 
        Bb            F                G 
How can they help but drag the species down? 
F                   G                                 C       Am 
There's some debate about whether instincts should be held in check 
F               G                     C    F 
Well, I suppose that I'm a liberal in this respect 
C             Dm                    C 
I can't say I liked Robinson Crusoe 
                               F               Am 
But at least he didn't tie his dogs up at night 
G                Dm                G          
And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are 
    Dm             Bb              F  
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away 
        Bb            F                G 
How can they help but drag the species down? 
Solo  
F                 G5                 C          Am  
How come all your poets fall into despondencies? 
F                      G                      C    F 
And then write it down for us to read every indignity? 
C               Dm                         C 
Not such worthy specimens, these creatures 
               F                            Am  
Hardly fit for what you could call the good life 
G                Dm                G          
And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are 
    Dm             Bb              F  
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away 
        Bb            F                G 
How can they help but drag the species down? 
    Bb                F                G     F G F G F G 
How can they help but drag the species down
 
Im Outlived By That Thing 
Tom: G
-----------------
G       C                   Am      F
I threw out a stupid common paperweight
G            C       
And it went out into the country
Dm             Am                          G      G
To a place where other solid objects lie around
D               Bm                    G               Em
Well, it's quite hard, and so it's probably still there
D           Bm                   G        A
And when I die, it will still be somewhere
=== CHORUS ===
A         Bm             G           D                    F
Ha-ha, I'm outlived by that thing and stupid things like that
--------------
G            C                   Am      F
A man once took a very famous photograph
G            C       
Went in books and even lectures
Dm             Am                          G      G
Said it was a monster in the old Loch Ness
D               Bm                    G               Em
Before he died, his wife gave him a backrub
D           Bm                   G        A
He confessed his lie, he took the picture in the bathtub
=== CHORUS ===
A         Bm             G           D                    F
Ha-ha, he's outlived by that thing and stupid things like that
--------------
G            C                   Am      F
Scientists have recently just found out
G            C    
About a fish they didn't know of
Dm             Am                          G      G
That lives along the bottom of the darkest seas
D               Bm                    G               Em
It doesn't need eyes, it's been there a long while
D           Bm                   G        A
Since back in the times of giant flying reptiles
=== CHORUS ===
A         Bm             G           D                    F
Ha-ha, I'm outlived by that thing and stupid things like that
Ha-ha, I'm outlived by that thing and stupid things like that
God Shuffled His Feet
Tom: D
[D] After seven [Bm] days, he was [G] quite tired, so [D] God [A] said
[D] Let there be [Bm] a day just for [G] picnics, with [Bm] wine and [G] bread
[A] Gathered up some [D] people he had [G] made
[Em] Created blankets and [D] laid back in the [G] shade.
The [D] people sipped their [Bm] wine,
and what with [G] God there, they asked him [D - A] questions,
like: [D] Do you have to [Bm] eat, or get your [G] hair cut in [Bm - G] heaven?
[A] And if your eye got [D] poked out in this [G] life,
[Em] would it be waiting up in [D] heaven with your [G] wife?
[Chorus:]
[A] God shuffled his [E] feet and glanced [A] around at them [D]
The [A] people cleared their [E] throats and stared right [A] back at him
[D][G]
So he said: [D] Once there was a [Bm] boy, who [G] woke up with [D] blue [A] hair.
To [D] him it was a [Bm] joy, until he [G] ran out into the [Bm] warm [G] air
He [A] thought of how his [D] friends would come to [G] see
[Em] and would they laugh or had he [D] got some strange [G] disease.
[Chorus]
The [D] people sat [Bm] waiting out on their [G] blankets in the [D - A] garden.
But [D] God said [Bm] nothing. So someone [G] asked him: Beg your [Bm - G] pardon,
[A] I'm not quite clear [D] about what you just [G] spoke.
[Em] Was that a parable or a very [D] subtle [G] joke?
In the Days of the Caveman 
Tom: G#m
 [Intro]
      G#m
      When you go on camping trips,
      F#                        B        G#m   B
      You're stuck right out in nature.
  E                F#                                       
      Foraging the forests like a primate.
  E                   F#                           G#m   B
      Using sharpened tools instead of hot plates
 [Verses]
        E
   Your thumb and forefinger
        Sometimes when I lie awake,
        when I finally get to sleep,
        F#                            B             G#m   B
        supposed to show you're not a wild beast.
        I hear the rainfall on my     tent fly.
        I dream in Techni             color.
        E                  F#
        You can hear their noises at night time
        I think of all the insects that are sleeping,
        I see creatures    come back from the Ice Age
        E                  F#                        G#m   B
        They don't have to keep a certain bed time.          
        and wonder if the  animals are dreaming.             
        alive and being    fed inside a zoo cage.
 [Chorus]
   F#         G#m          E
   See in the shapes of my body
   F#       G#m            E                  F#
   leftover parts from the apes and monkeys
 [Extended Chorus (play 2nd and 3d time through)]
   C                  D
   In the days of the caveman,
       G             Em
   and mammoths, and glaciers.
   C                        D
   Bugs and trees were your food then
   G              Em         C   G
   no pajamas, or doctors.

 

The Ghosts That Haunt Me
Tom: G
G		     Em7     D     Cadd9
There's a skeleton, in everybody's closet
D		Em7	     Cadd9
I can think of one or two in my own room
G		    Em7	      D   Cadd9
But I would like to introduce them both to you
D                Em7		Cadd9
Shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom
      D	      Em7
Cause your so kind
	   D	     Cadd9
I know you would not mind
     G		    Em7			D  Cadd9
You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now
        D	 Em7
And the things I fear
		D     Cadd9
Just wouldn't seem so near
    G                 Em7
And when I stroll out late at night
		       D		Cadd9  G
There would be nothin' rattlin' at my heels
G			    Em7     D	    Cadd9
There are night when all my aching bones won't let me sleep
    D		   Em7             Cadd9
And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed
G		     Em7        D         Cadd9
But I know if you were sleeping there beside me then
       D                 Em7                Cadd9
That you would fend them off and they would let me rest
      D       Em7
Cause your so kind
           D         Cadd9
I know you would not mind
      G             Em7                  D Cadd9
You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now
       D         Em7
And the things I fear
               D      Cadd9
Just wouldn't seem so near
    G                 Em7
And when I stroll out late at night
                       D              Cadd9
There would be nothin' rattlin' at my heels
D         Em7
There are nights
	 D			    Cadd9
When the wind comes howling through my old place
D	Em7
I have dreams
      D                              Cadd9
And I wake up with the sweat pouring down my face
       G    Em7    D
And I wait.........
             Cadd9
Till the morning comes
G                        Em7       D      Cadd9
There will come a time I fear when all my days are done
    D                  Em7               Cadd9
And they will come collect my corpse and bury me
G                                Em7   D       Cadd9
And then I hope that you'll come over to the Other Side
D              Em7               Cadd9
Join me in our new life, keep me company
      D       Em7
Cause your so kind
           D         Cadd9
I know you would not mind
      G             Em7                  D  Cadd9
You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now
       D         Em7
And the things I fear
               D      Cadd9
Just wouldn't seem so near
    G                 Em7
And when I stroll out late at night
                       D              Cadd9   G
There would be nothin' rattlin' at my heels
THE BALLAD OF PETER PUMPKINHEAD 
Tom :D
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(x = Left-hand-muted percussive note)
D                 G
 Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
D                    G
 Spreading wisdom and cash around
D                    G
 Fed the starving and housed the poor
D                  G
 Showed the vatican what gold's for
G       A             Bm
 But he made too many enemies
G       A                Bm
 Of the people who would keep us on our knees
G           A
 Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
G                Gm/Bb A/C#   D   D/C#  D/B  D/A  G  G/F#  Em  A
 Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame 
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said "Any kind of love is alright"
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Peter Pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live TV
Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
G                Gm/Bb A/C#   D    D/C#    D/B
 Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
G           A
 Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
G                A    
 Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin?
G           Gm/Bb A   Bm  A/C# D    D/C#   D/B   D/A
 Hooray for Pe   -ter Pumpkin -head
  G        G/F#      C                A/C#       D
Alright, alright - I make you want to cry out (?)

 

Superman's Song
Tom :F
[F]Tar[C]zan [F]wasn't a [C]ladies man 
[F]He'd just [C]come along and [F]swoop 'em up un[C]der his [Am]arm like
[G]that
[Am]Quick as a [G]cat in the [Dm]jungle [G] 
But [F]Clark [C]Kent, now [F]there was a [C]real gent
[F]He would [C]not be caught [F]sittin' aro[C]und in no [Am]jungle[G]scape
[Am]Dumb as an [G]ape doing [Dm]nothing  [G] 

{c:Chorus}
     [F]Superman never [G]made any money [C]saving the world from [F]Solomon
Grundy
     And [C]sometimes I [F]despair the [C]world will never [F]see another
[G]man like him

[F]Hey [C]Bob, [F]Supe had a [C]straight job
[F]Even [F]though he could have [F]smashed through any [C]bank in the
[Am]United [G]States
[Am]He had the [G]strength but he [Dm]would not  [G] 
[F]Folks [C]said his [F]family were [C]all dead
[F]Their planet [C]crumbled but [F]Superman he [C]forced himself to [Am]carry
[G]on
[Am]Forget Kry[G]pton and keep [Dm]going   [G] 

{c:Chorus}

[Am]Tar[G]zan was [Am]king of the [G]jungle and [F]lord over all the [C]apes
[G] 
[Am]But [G]he could [Am]hardly [G]string together [F]four wo[C]rds: " [F]I
Tar[C]zan, you [G]Jane"

[F]Some[C]times when [F]Supe was [C]stopping crimes
[F]I'll [C]bet that he was [F]tempted to just [C]quit and turn his [Am]back on
[G]man
[Am]Join Tar[G]zan in the [Dm]forest  [G] 
[F]But [C]he [F]stayed in the [C]city and [F]kept [C]changing clothes in
[F]dirty old [C]phonebooths
Til his [Am]work was [G]through and [Am]nothing to [G]do but go [Dm]on home [G]

{c:Chorus}

 

Keep A Lid On Things 
Tom :B
(verse) 
B 
Who put the dog in the doghouse? 
            E 
You did, baby - you did 
B 
Who put your granny in the grannyhouse? 
    (Bsus4)     E 
You did, baby - you did, baby 
B 
Who put the bad in the madhouse? 
              E 
You did, baby - you did 
B 
Who put that junk in the junkhouse? 
    (Bsus4)      E 
You did, baby - you did, baby 
["I'm quite a lazy guy, so I won't write all the lyrics, 
just play the other verses like this one."] 
(chorus) 
C#m                           B 
Keep an eye on things while I'm gone 
      E 
Keep a lid on things 
       C#m                      B 
Don't you try everything while I'm gone 
      E 
Keep a lid on things 
(outro) 
C#m   B       E 
Help 
C#m   B       E 
Help 
(go on playing it while fadeing out) 
The Voyage 
Tom: A
(voclal intro) 
A        B       E 
It may be that I like to 
A   B               E 
But I won't fall in love with you. 
B                  A            E 
We won't spend the rest of our lives together 
A                  B           E 
But anyway couldn't we go on a trip together 
(verses) 
        A          B               E 
        We could go to the British islands 
Darling, each morning, when   we   woke up 
        After that we could go to Yugoslavia 
        A        B                        E 
    And hike      around the Scottish highlands 
        We'd have bisquites and tea from a tea cup 
        Oh, how I would love to travel    with ya 
        B                       A               E 
    The youth hotels they have  there would be perfect for us 
        People might  think that we were on our honey moon 
        We don't   have   to    be wife and     husband 
        A                  B                  E 
  Cause we're both youths, so they    would     really suite us 
        But we'd know better even though we'd slept in the same room 
     To take    a      trip     across the     ocean 
(refr. after 1st and 3rd verse) 
        Cm      A            E     E 
        Cm      A            E     E 
(refr. after 2nd verse) 
        B                   A 
        We could live right out of our back packs 
        E                             B 
        We'd send our parents lots of trinkets and knick-knacks 
                  Cm                A 
        Trough the post and across the sea 
        B 
        Back to our own country 
(outro) 
        Cm        A         E      E 
        Cm        A         E      E 
Swimming in Your Ocean
Tom: G
Intro - 4/4 time, 1 measure per chord]F F C Am F C
   [Verses]
     G        C                  Am
     When I'm sampling from your bosom
     When I   kneel before your bounty
     When you let me taste your fingers
     G                C
     sometimes        I suffer from distractions like
     sometimes        I wonder if there could be really
     I take them like fruit and as I linger, I
     Fmaj7        Am                      C
     Why does God cause things like torna does and train wrecks.
     U F O's      that come from other    planets.
     wonder if     my seed will find pur  chase in your soil.
   [Chorus]
   
     F
     When I'm swimming in, when I'm swimming in your ocean,
     C                        Am
     floating aloft on creams and scented lotion, well
     F                              C
     I can get pretty sidetracked.  I hope you understand.
   [Postchorus Instrumental]
     Am F G Dm7 G Dm7 Bb Bb
Thick-Necked Man
Tom :D
Intro: D D
         D
We're talkin' 'bout a thick neck man in the city
G                  A
Build a pub a blood and sweat
D
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
G                            A
He ain't stood by justice yet
     D
He gets them drunk and he gets their money
        G                       A
They cash the welfare checks for stout
           D
Now he throws them out into the street
     G                        A
He sucked you in he'll spit you out
D                         G
This blood-minded son of a bitch
      C                G
Will not a penny lend
      D          A      G         D
And all I can do is pray to God
        A              D
He'll suffer in the end
We're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a three piece
Killing from his office desk
The many places he has been
And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride and kisses
Without his country's confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt on consequence
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has no a wound to mend
And all I can do is pray to God he'll
Get one in the end
Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick necked man in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
It's not his night his boss is uptight
And his face and name are covered in mud
He watches TV, all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife and wrecks the car
And spends a long dark night in jail
Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him
Does he know what mess he's in
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin
This bloody-minded son of a bitch
Has not a son to mend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll get one in the end
D
Let him get one..........
       D         A      G         D
And all I can do is pray to God
       A                  D
He'll get one in the end

 

Funeral Song 
Tom :C
[C]I'm still [F]young, but I [C]know my days are [G]numbered
[F]1234[C]567 and [Am]so on.
But a [C]time will [F]come when these [C]numbers have all [G]ended
and [F]all Ive ever [C]seen will be [Am]forgotten

Chorus:
[F]Won't you [C]come
[Am]Too my fun[C]eral when my [F]days are [C]done
[F]Lifes not [C]long
And [Am]so I hope when [C]I am finally [F]dead and [C]gone
That you'll ga[Am]ther [G]round, 
As I [Am]am lowered [G]in to the [C]ground

When my [C]coffin is [F]sealed and I'm [C]safely six feet [G]under
Per[F]haps my friends will [C]see fit then to [Am]judge me.
[C]When they [F]pause to con[C]sider all my blun[G]ders
I [F]hope they won't be [C]too quick to beg[Am]rudge me.

Chorus

[F]if [C]I should [Am]die before I [G]wake up
[F]I [C]pray that the [Am]lord my soul will [G]take but
My [F]bo[C]dy, my [Am]bo[C]dy, that's your [Am]job

I [C]can't be [F]sure where I'm [C]headed after [G]death.
[F]to heaven, hell, or [C]beyond to the great [Am]vast.
But [C]if I [F]can I would [C]like to meet my mak[G]er.
[F]Theres one or two things [C]I'd sure like to [Am]ask.

Chorus

How Does a Duck Know 
Tom: F
   F
   How does a duck know   
   C              F            Bb
   what direction south is?
   F                         C                          F    Bb
   And how to tell his wife  from all the other ducks?
   D                            A
   You can cut a chicken's head off
   D                   E           D               A
   but it will keep on running and twitching.
   D                     E
   When everything seems planned out
   D                     E
   when everything seems nicely planned out
   D                   A                                E
   well the human race will come and smack your face
   F
   How come all my body parts
   C                F          Bb
   so nicely fit to gether?
   F                         C                  F     Bb
   All my organs doing their jobs, no help from me.
   D                           A
 A person pulls a spider's leg out
   D                   E          D                 A
   to watch it keep on moving and twitching.
   
   D                     E
   When everything seems planned out
   D                     E
   when everything seems nicely planned out
   D                   A                                E
   well the human race will come and smack your face
   Bbmaj7           
   Satan   
   C           F
   lives here
                       A               Bb  E
   on grain and earth, rain and air.
   D                          A
   You can put me in and iron lung
   D                  E             D               A
   and I will keep on breathing and twitching.
   D                     E
   When everything seems planned out
   D                     E
   when everything seems nicely planned out
   D                   A                                E
   well the human race will come and smack your face
   D                  A                          E   D
   You might be dead, but you keep your head.

 

Afternoons and Coffespoons 
Tom: F
Intro: F F F Bb F F F Bb C C C C
 [Verses]
    F               C               F          Bb        C
    What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy
    Times when the  day is like a   play by    Sartre
    Maybe if        I could do a    play by    playback
 F                        C                  F       Bb        C
    There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so  easy
    When it seems a       book burning's in  perfect order   
    I could change the    test results that  I will  get back 
 Ab                  Db                     Eb
    I've had my      lungs checked out with X rays
    I gave the       doctor my de           scription
    I've watched the summer evenings        pass by
 Ab                  Db           Eb             Fm    Db
    I've smelled the hospital     hallways
    I've tried to    stick to my  presciptions
    I've heard the   rattle in my bronchi    
  [Chorus]
    F       Bb
    Someday I'll have
 F                      C
    a disappearing hair line
    F       Bb
    Someday I'll wear
 F                     C
    pajamas in the day time
  [Extended Chorus (play 2nd and 3d time through)]  
 Bb         F 
    Oh .... oh .... oh
    C     F
    After noons will be
    Bb            Dm
    measured out, measured out, and
    Bb
    measured with
 C        F                Bb
    coffe spoons, and T.S. Eliot               
Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmmm
Tom: Am
Intro: Em Bm Em Bm F G F G
Am   G                 C   C
Once    there was this kid who
F           C            G#               C
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
    F    F          G    C
But when he finally came back
G   C    F               C          G            G       G
His hair had turned from black into bright white
   G#               C        
He said that it was from when
    G#               Cmaj7(Add F) Cmaj7(Add F) F F
The cars had smashed soooo                     hard

Chorus:
Em        Bm         Em        Bm           F    G    F    G
Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm
Am   G                C    C
Once   there was this girl who
F              C               G#           C
Wouldn't go to change with the girls in the change room
    F    C              G    C  
But when   they finally made her
G    C    F                C        G    G    G
They saw    birthmarks all over her body
    G#               C
She couldn't quite explain it
    G#             Cmaj7(Add F) Cmaj7(Add F) F F
They'd always just been                      there

**Chorus 2X
Bridge:
Dm        Dm  C    G        G
Both girl and boy were glad
Dm        Dm   C      G             F          G
One kid had it worse than that

       Am   G             C   C
'Cause then   there was a boy whose
F                C                 G#           C
Parents made him come right home directly after school
    F    C            G     C
And when they went to their church
G    C     F                 C        G            G       G
They shook   and lurched all over the church floor
   G#               C
He couldn't quite explain it
       G#          Cmaj7(Add F) Cmaj7(Add F) F     F
They'd always just gone                      there
**Chorus 2X
**Outro Is The Same Progression As The Bridge

 

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