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INTRO & BREAK:
Em-C-G-D(bass F#)
Em-C-G-D(bass F#)
Em-D-C-A-G-C

Em How can I fly with these C old doggy wings
While the G magpie sings some D(bass F#) shiny song?
Em Old corn face row of teeth, she says C sweetly to me
In the G elevator D(bass F#)

CHORUS:
Em Everything D seems like a C dream
and A life's a scream.
G-C

Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his ear flaps waxed, a courting' his girl
Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon

CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine

BREAK

So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge (old chaise lounge)
Wickerman's fence of leathery tyres
And the cook's gone bad, started several fires

CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
When your submarine

Head like a stream she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows,
my medicine lamp

CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream
(life's a scream)

(Ring-around-rosie, pocket full of posies)
(All fall down)
(?, Don't suffer?)
(?)

(?)
(?)
(?)
(Chaise lounge?)
INTRO & BREAK:   Em-C-G-D(bass F#)   Em-C-G-D(bass F#)   Em-D-C-A-G-C     Em How can I fly with these C old doggy wings   While the G magpie sings some D(bass F#) shiny song?   Em Old corn face row of teeth, she says C sweetly to me   In the G elevator D(bass F#)     CHORUS:   Em Everything D seems like a C dream   and A life's a scream.   G-C     Here come old Kerosene Hat   With his ear flaps waxed, a courting' his girl   Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates   With that devilish spoon     CHORUS:   Everything seems like a dream   And life's a scream   When you're submarine     BREAK     So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways   and your old chaise lounge (old chaise lounge)   Wickerman's fence of leathery tyres   And the cook's gone bad, started several fires     CHORUS:   Everything seems like a dream   When your submarine     Head like a stream she says softly to me   from the rattling chair   Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows,   my medicine lamp     CHORUS:   Everything seems like a dream   So life's a scream   (life's a scream)     (Ring-around-rosie, pocket full of posies)   (All fall down)   (?, Don't suffer?)   (?)     (?)   (?)   (?)   (Chaise lounge?)