Intro G F C Am G F C C C/B

Am So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my F running shoes gripping
The tarmac like gunmetal Am magnets F

Am Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
was the F kind of a smile
That only a rather dull Am child could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the F moonlight

But Am she was impressed
you could see that she thought I looked F fine
And Am when she turned sweeter
the reason, between you and F me, was
She’d just seen my green Lambor-Am ghini F

Am

So we C went for a spin in the Am country Am/B
To C feel the wind in our Am hair Am/B
To C feel the power of my Am engine Am/B
To C feel the thrill of de-Am sire

Solo C Am x 2 F C x 2 G F C

And F then in the trees I C heard a twig snap
F Warning lights flashed on my C map
I F opened my eyes and C to my surprise

There were G Arabs with F knives
at the C foot of the Am bed
G Right at the F foot of the C bed

Oh my C God, C/B how did they get in Am here
I C thought we were C/B safe home in Am England
She said, F come on now kid, it was C wrong what you F did
You’ve G got to ad-F mit it was C wrong what you Am did
You’ve G got to ad-F mit it was C wrong