Fionn Regan - Put A Penny In The Slot Chords

Standard guitar tuning: 
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 1 fret

I apCologise,
Fseem to have Carrived,
On what Amitems in myE bag from your Amhouse.
There's Ccutlery,
a tableFcloth, some HennCessy,
And a Ambook on PresiEdents deAmceased.
I'll have them fCed-exed to you,
It was a Fstrange thing to dCo,
I Amhope we can Estill be fAmriends.
Ah, it wCas not me,
but someone Felse, you Csee,
AmTwisting the Esteering rAmeins.

Put a penCny in the slot and mAmake an
Eartificial li-ii-Fiight shinCe,
FLeave go-Cooo. Mark Fold and Cline.

I don't Cgive advise,
But beF wise and think Ctwice,
BeforeAm getting invoElved in a Amgame.
Where the minoCrity
Face the majForitCy
Who are faAmceless and Eborn without nAmames.
Was it kCnock synch when
we came Facross three mCen,
They hadAm church candles Ewrapped in newsAmpaper.
I bought tCwo from them,
And I'll Flit one for Cyou,
I hope the Ammessage made it's Eway down theAm wire.

CPut a penny in the sAmlot and make an
Eartificial li-Fii-iight sChine,
FLeave go-Cooo. Mark oFld and Cline.

TheC soul of a dog,
he's alFive and not Cgone
To the Amfarm like the Eothers Amsaid.
A RhodCesian richback,
Off the Fbeaten Ctrack,
In a furAmniture Eshop down on the Amquays.
For the Clonliness you foster,
I sugFgest Paul COster,
A bAmook called ETimbukAmtu.

CPut a penny in the sAmlot and watch the
EDrunken Fsailor boy dCance.
She Fwill not Clet youAm be
Her lCov-Gver.
She gFoes out loCoking Amfor
The CtaxGi.
Her Fphone is Cringing strAmaight to
MessCage-miGnder.
SendF out a batCtaliAmon to
FCind Gher.

CPut a penny in the sAmlot and count the
ESwans through a Fte-elesCcope.
I cAman't help from Ccryin'
I wFish you were Cmine.

When IC was seventeen,
I Ffollowed my Cdream,
Up Aminto a hEigh-rise Amblock.
The adveCntures of Augie March,
By FSaul Bel-Clow,
Was aAmll I had for EcompaAmny.
At Cnight time I'd lie
In FBeckingham Cpike,
With Amtears like EflashAmbulbs.
And reCcall my treasure-
FSearching Cdays,
In the Amrock pools Eas a Amkid.

To the rCemains of
The Fcherub Cplains,
Or aAmround the bonfEire in Nailors’ cAmove.
Good Ccompany and grief
Sit liFke a dock Cleaf,
Sits Ambeside a sEtinging Amnett-le.

CPut a penny in the sAmlot and make an
Eartificial li-ii-Fiight Cshine,
FLeave go-Cooo. My Fgolden Carm