Tom: F
F Bb
You walked all the way from The Griffin to The Moon and Bell
F C
Threw up outside The Curzon and that's the way you fell
F
And that's how you ripped your tights
Bb
But you made it back on your feet alright
F C Bb
With the girl from bakers oven holding back your hair
F C F
The girl from bakers oven holding back your hair
Verse
F Bb
The garden had a two for one on beer and I was gone
F
I picked the fights I couldn't finish
C
With a marine from the village, he won
F
And sometime later on his birthday
Bb
He made the pages of the Leicester Mercury
F C
Get it out for the lads
Bb
Get it up for the British
F C
Get it off for the town
F
Let it down for the village
Chorus
Bb
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
F
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
C Bb F
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Verse
F
Well we ended up in Eccles
Bb
Making lips at the floor
F C
We'd run out of conversation two Friday nights before
F
The room was spinning I wasn't dancing
Bb
The beat was much too old for dancing
F C Bb
My feet followed my neck and found the door
F C F
I wish I didn't have to hang out here anymore
Chorus
Bb
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
F
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
C Bb F
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
(Solo)
Verse
Well you got a lift back home to Walton on the Wolds
With a head like the waltzers, bruises and ashtray clothes
F
And in the evening when you wake up
Bb
You will slap make-up on the make-up
F C Bb
That you slapped on the skin the night before
F C F
That you slapped on the skin the night before
Chorus
Bb
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
F
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
C Bb F
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
