Intro F# E F# (0:00-0:32)
             F#/B A/B B Bm7 E/B F#/B B (0:32-1.15)

F# Along the B Forest F# Road B E
There’s E hundreds of B cars, E luxury B cars E
F# Each has B got its F# load B E
of con-E vertible B bars, E B cutlery E cars
G#4 super-G# scars G#4 G# G#4

For to-E day is the day when they
F# sort it B out, F# sort it B out
’cause they G#m/F disa-C#7 gree
G#m/F on a G gangland A bounda-B ry
They G#m/F disa-C#7 gree
G#m/F on a G gangland A bounda-B ry

F# There’s Willy B Wright and his F# boys B E
One E helluva B noise, that’s E Billy’s B boys E
F# With fully-B fashioned F# mugs, B E
That’s E Little John’s B thugs, E the B barking E slugs
G#4 super-G# smugs G#4 G# G#4

For to-E day is the day when they
F# sort it B out, F# sort it B out
These G#m/F Christian C#7 sol-G#m/F diers
G fight to pro-A tect the B poor
G#m/F East end C#7 he-G#m/F roes G got to A score in

The B Battle of Ep-B4 ping Fo-B rest
It’s the Battle of Ep-B4 ping Fo-B rest, right outside F# your door
You B ain’t seen no-B4 thing B like it
No, you B ain’t seen no-B4 thing B like it, not since the Civil F# War

G#m Coming over the hill are the boys of F# Bill
And Johnny’s lads stand very still F#4 F#
With the G#m thumpire’s shout, they all start to clout
There’s F# no guns in this gentleman’s bout F#4 F#

G#m Georgie moves in on the outside left
With a F# chain flying round his head
And E Harold Demure, from Art Literature
Ebm Nips up the nearest tree (here come the cavalry)

Inter E Ebm x 2

Amidst the battle G# roar, accountants keep the E score: ten-four
They’ve Bb never been alone, after C getting a radiophone
The Ebm bluebells are Bb ringing for
G# Sweet-Cm meal C# Sam, Fm real Bb ham,
G# Handing out Eb/G bread and jam D/F# just like any

Fm9 Pic-Fm nic Fm9 Fm x 3
C7-4 Pic-Cm7 nic C7-4 Cm7 x 2
Fm9 Pic-Fm nic Fm9 Fm x 3
B11+ Pic-B nic B11+ B x 2

Inter F# B F# B E – E B E B E x 2

F# It’s five to B four on F# William Wright B E
E he made B his pile E on Der-B by night E
F# When Billy B was a F# kid B E
E walking the B streets E the B other kids E hid
G#4 so they G# did G#4 G# G#4

And E now, after working hard
in se-F# curity B trade, F# he’s got it B made
The G#m/F shops that C#7 need G#m/F aid
are G those that A haven’t B paid

F# I do my B double-F# show quick B E
E said Mick B the Prick, E B fresh out the nick E
F# I sell cheap B holi-F# day B E
E the mi-B nute they leave, E then a B visit I E pay
and G#4 does it G# pay G#4 G# G#4

And his E friend, Liquid Len by name
Of B Wine, B2 Women and B Wandsworth B2 fame
Said I’m G#m/F breaking the C#7 legs G#m/F of the
G bastard that A got me B framed
I’m G#m/F breaking the C#7 legs G#m/F of the
G bastard that A got me B framed (got B me framed) A/B

They D called me the Dmaj7 Reverend
when I G entered the Church uns-D tained
My em-D ployers have Dmaj7 changed
but the G name has re-D mained

It Bb/F all began when I went on a tour
Gm/E Hoping to find some furniture
I Bb/F followed a sign-it said Beautiful Chest
It Gm led to a lady who showed me her best

A She was taken by sur-G9 prise D/F# when I quickly closed my eyes
So she Bb/F rang the bell, and Gm/E quick as hell
Bb/F Bob the Nob came G out on his job
To G/F see what the C/E trouble was F#/E

Lou-B ise, is the Reverend Bmaj7/F# hard to please, you’re telling me
Bb Perhaps, sir, if it’s not too Bbmaj7/F late
We could interest you in our A old fashioned Staffordshire plate?

D Oh Dmaj7 no, not G me, I’m a man of re-D pute
But the D Devil caught Dmaj7 hold of my G soul
and a voice called out D shoot

To Bb/F save my steeple, I visited people
For Gm/E this I’d gone when I met Little John
His Bb/F name came, I understood
Gm When the judge said you A are a robbing G9 hood D/F#

He Bb/F told me of his Gm/E strange foundation,
Con-Bb/F ceived on sight of G the Woodstock nation
G/F He’d had to C/E hide his reputation F#/E
When B poor, ‘twas salvation from Bmaj7/F# door to door
But Bb now, with a pin-up gu-Bbmaj7/F ru every week
It’s A Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek

He em-D ployed me
as a Dmaj7 karmame-G canic with overall D charms
His D hands were then Dmaj7 fit to re-G ceive
receive D alms D A/D G6/D D2 – F#

That’s why we’re in the B Battle of Ep-B4 ping Fo-B rest,
This is the B Battle of Ep-B4 ping Fo-B rest, right outside F# your door
We B guard your souls B4 for pea-B nuts,
And we B guard your shops B4 and hou-B ses
for just a little F# more (just a little more)

G#m In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher
But he’s F# countered on the right by Mick’s chain-gang fight
And G#m Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is F# lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob

With his G#m kissar in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But F# Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug
And E Harold Demure, who’s still not quite sure
Fires Ebm acorns from out of his sling (here come the cavalry)

Inter E Ebm x 2

Up, up above the G# crowd, inside their silver E cloud, done proud
The Bb bold and brazen brass, seen C darkly through the glass
The Ebm butler’s got Bb jam on his G# rolls
Cm Roy C# doles Fm out the Bb lot
With G# tea from a Eb/G silver pot D/F# just like any

Fm9 Pic-Fm nic Fm9 Fm x 3
C7-4 Pic-Cm7 nic C7-4 Cm7 x 2
Fm9 Pic-Fm nic Fm9 Fm x 3
B11+ Pic-B nic B11+ B x 2

Instr Eb7 G#m Eb7 G#m C#m – C#m G#m C#m G#m C#m x 2
             A B A B B4 B4 B B4 B B4 F# B F# B E – E B E B E

F# Along the B Forest F# Road B E
It’s the E end of the B day and the E clouds B roll away E
F# Each has B got its F# load B E
They’ll come E out for the B count at the C#m break-in of G#m day

When the Ebm limos re-Bb turn
for their G# fi-Cm nal re-C# view, Fm it’s all Bb through
G# All they can Eb/G see is the D/F# morning F# goo Bbm
There’s no-one G#m left alive
B must be a F# draw Bbm G#m B F#
So the F# Blackcap Bbm Barons G#m toss a coin
to B settle the F# score Bbm G#m B

Outro Bb G# Cm C# Fm Bb G# Eb/G D/F# (10:52-11:00)
              F# B F# B E – E B E B E (11:00-11:07)
              A* A5- A6 A* A6 – G Gmaj7 G9 G G9 (11:07-11:15)
              Cmaj7 C6 C C6 Cmaj7 – Bb4 Bb Bb4 Bb Bb4 (11:15-11:21)
              B A6 Gmaj7 Am6 B (11:21-11:43)