Tom: Am
Ab Eb
A doyen of topiary once told me
Ab Eb
That one day he would like to grow a maze
Ab Eb
It seemed to be quite logical that this should be his wish
Ab Eb
And with that we both went our separate ways.
C Am
They said you died at seven due to something in your head
C Am
I asked the sister why it wasn’t someone else instead
C Am
Tonight I’ll cry myself a bath of tears and ask the world
G G7 B E (x2) Ab Eb (x4)
“Why is Rod Hull alive – and getting paid as well?”
Ab Eb
Heard a Palace spokesman mention Sarah
Ab Eb
Said she’d known the groins of Jacques Laffite
Ab Eb
She’s well prepared to be a standard bearer
Ab Eb
As pure as unproverbial driven sleet.
C Am
Halfway up the Wrekin with an empty flask of tea
C Am
A fog descends and takes away my visibility
C Am
Yet in this Helen Keller state I’d still quite like to know
G G7
“Why is Rod Hull alive – and getting paid as well?”
Am E Am E
And I wonder if they’ll bring back National Service and the birch
Am E Am G B E (x8)
And I wonder but I doubt if they will ever bring back the Watney Cup.
