Intro Dm F A Dm (x4) Dm F A Dm There’s a girl I’m told who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes F A Dm Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites F C And she lives somewhere you wouldn’t wanna get stuck Gm Bb That can’t be found in the Domesday Book; F C Cromwell’s troops never billeted there, Gm A Dick Turpin never had Bess shoed where Dm F A Dm Dm F A Dm (x2) This girl I’m told rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes. Dm F A Dm This spoon in my drawer; a reminder of childhood F A Dm Stayed loyal down the years in a way others never could. F C Gm Bb The wine has coiled its way around my understanding F C Gm A And I’m deaf to your libertarian jeers. Dm F A Dm Bb They should just brick Jim Beglin up with the Gok Wan acolytes, A (inst D F#m G A(x2), F Bb F Bb Gm Bb A (x2) Brick him up. F#m G A She in signal red, me in drab olive, F#m G A We made our way from Loggerheads to Hope. Dm F A Dm Blue skies, good underfoot, I played my sackbut. Gm Bb A Somewhat unwittingly kindled the underbrush; Dm F Dm F Through my haphazard ways I’d set the woods ablaze Gm Bb A But I’d had the best of days along the trail. F C Gm Bb F And I feel retiring her would constitute a crime C Gm Bb F And I know Chesil Beach is far away in time A Dm A Dm A Dm And now I’ve found these androids empathise A Dm A Dm Understand and realise, so it’s really no surprise Gm A A7 Dm Dm F A Dm (x2) I’ve got one that rolls its eyes…………. at the Gok Wan acolytes.