Standard (EADGBE)

Strikes the bell for five o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop,

screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up.

Climbs across his bike and he's away-

cycles past the gas works, past the river, down the high street,

back to mother. It's another empty day.

Uncle Arthur- likes his mummy- Uncle Arthur- still reads comics-

Uncle Arthur- follows Bat-man-.

Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from mum,

on his thirty-second birthday, told her that he'd found a chum.

Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed-

Arthur left her no illusion brought the girl round, save confusion,

Sally was the real thing not just lust.

Uncle Arthur- vanished quickly- Uncle Arthur- and his new bride-

Uncle Arthur- follows Sally-.

Round and round goes Arthur's head, hasn't eaten well for days,

little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze.

Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled.

Back to mother, all's forgiven serving in the family shop, he gets

his pocket money, he's well fed.

Uncle Arthur- passed the gas works- Uncle Arthur- passed the river-

Uncle Arthur- down the high street- Uncle Arthur- follows mother-.

SELL ME A COAT

A winter's day,

a bitter snowflake on my face, my summer girl

takes little backward steps away

Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain't so cool.

Sell me a coat with buttons of silver,

sell me a coat that's red or gold,

sell me a coat with little patch pockets,

sell me a coat 'cause i feel cold.

And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away,

not like before her smile was warm in yesterday.

See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hands.

Sell me a coat with buttons of silver,

sell me a coat that's red or gold,

sell me a coat with little patch pockets,

sell me a coat 'cause i feel cold.

See my eyes, my window pane, see my tears like gentle rain,

that's the mem - o - ry of a summer's day.

CHORUS.

David Bowie - Rubber Band

Intro is played on a tuba.

Rubber Band

There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune

In the library garden Sunday afternoon

While a little chappie waves a golden wand

Rubber Band

In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong

My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long

And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes

Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune

oh

Rubber Band

Won't you play a haunting theme again to me

While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea

The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon

Solo chords

Trumpet solo

*The next verse has only tuba and drums.

Don't play the major chord, these are just

the bass notes played by the tuba:*

Rubber Band

How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band

We could play in lively parks throughout the land

And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love

*when he says "love", play this:*

*the next part is kind of tricky, this is the best way

you can play all the instruments being playing at once.

The numbers on top of the chords indicate the rhythm in

which the chords are played,*

Rubber Band,

A riff twice

In the '14-'18 war I went to sea

/ riff twice

Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me

And now she's married to the leader of the band

Its pretty complicated, but you'll get it.

Big thankyou to 'ilikepie' for this one!!

Love You Till Tuesday

Just look through your window, look who sit outside

Little me is waiting, standing through the night

When you walk out through your door, I'll wave my flag and shout

Aaahh, beautiful baby,

My burning desire started on Sunday

Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday

Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch

Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance

If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool

Aaahh, beautiful baby

I was very lonely 'til I met you on Sunday

My passion's never ending and I'll love you till Tuesday

Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea

Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me

I shall always want you, until my love runs dry

Aaahh, beautiful baby

My hearts a flame, I'll love you till Tuesday

My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday

Love, love, love, love, love you till Tuesday

Love, love, love, love, love you till Tuesday

Ooooo, Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da

(tacet)

Well, I might be able to stretch it till Wendnesday...

There Is A Happy Land..This is a messy and horrible tab for which I apologise, no

idea who it's from but on my LP record this song is too badly damaged to hear so I

couldn't tab it myself, sorry about the quality!

there is a happy land where only children live.

-- play that twice ending with .

Charlie browns got half a crown he's ( )going to buy a kite .

Em)Jimmy's ill with chicken pox and Tommy's learnt to ride his bike.

Tiny Tim sings and hymns , he's so small we don't notice him .

He get in the way but we always let him play with us.

The ending is and

We are hungry men

spoken part is ...

My studies include su ffragy,

I've formed my own so ciety to the power of fe cundity.

The world will over populate Unless you claim infertil ity,

So will buy drink for me

Messi ah.

Chorus... we are not your friends,

we don't give a damn for what you're saying,

we're here to live our lives.

And with the same chord pattern throughout the rest of the songs/verses.

Other lyrics:

I propose to give the pill

Free of charge to those that feel

That they are not infertible

The kroks of you, the cattle gun

There's only one way to linger on

So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah

We are not your friends

We don't give a damn for what you're saying

We're here to live our lives

Achtung, achtung, these are your orders

Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air

Will be slaughtered and cremated

Only one cubic foot of air is allowed ...

I have prepared a document,

Legalising mass abortion

We will turn a blind eye to infanticide

We are not your friends

We don't give a damn for what you're saying

We're here to live our lives

You don't seem to hear me clear

Do I talk above your sphere?

Let me explain my project, dear

Show you how I'll save the world

Or let it die within the year

Why do you look that way at me, your messiah

We are not your friends

We don't give a damn for what you're saying

We're here to live our lives

WHEN I LIVE MY DREAM

When I live my dream I'll take you with me, riding on a golden horse.

We'll live within my castle with people there to serve you,

happy at the sound of your voice.

May-be I'll slay a dragon for you,

or banish wicked giants from the land,

we will only love each other, as forever when I live my dream.

etc

When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you told me,

and the empty man you left behind.

It's a broken heart that dreams, It's a broken heart you left me,

only love can live in my dreams.

paint an overture and trees will play the rhythm of my dream.

When I live my dream, please be there to meet me,

let me be the one to understand.

When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me, then we

can live in our new land.

but let them know it's just for now, tell them that I've got a dream

and tell them you're the starring role,

LITTLE BOMBARDIER - David Bowie

Intro

War made him a soldier

Little Frankie Mear

Peace left him a loser

The little bombardier

Lines of worry appeared with age

Unskilled hands that knew no trade

Spent his time in the picture house

The little bombardier

Frankie drank his money

The little that he made

Told his woes to no man

Friendless, lonely days

Then one day, in the ABC

Four bright eyes gazed longingly

At the ice-cream in the hand of

The little bombardier

Sunshine entered our Frankie's days

Gone his worries, his hopeless maze

His life was fun and his heart was full of joy

Two young children had changed his aims

He gave them toffees and played their games

He brought them presents with every coin he made

Break

Then two gentlemen called on him

Asked him for his name

Why was he friends with the children

Were they just a game?

Leave them alone or we'll get sore

We've had blokes like you in the station before

The hand of authority said "no more" to

The little bombardier

Packed his bags, his heart in pain

Wiped a tear and caught a train

Not to be seen in the town again

The little bombardier

Silly boy blue

Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain

People are walking the Botella lanes

Preacher takes the school

One boy breaks a rule

Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, Silly Boy Blue

Yak butter statues that melt in the sun

Cannot dissolve all the work you've not done

A chela likes to feel

That his overself pays the bill

Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, ooo ooo oooo Silly Boy Blue

You wish and wish, and wish again

You've tried so hard to fly

You'll never leave your body now

You've got to wait to diiiiiiiiiiiie

(key change, bass leads walkdown - )

La la la la la la la, la la la la

La la la la la la la, la la la la

La la la la la, La

La la la la la, La

Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, ooo ooo oooo Silly Boy Blue

Child of Tibet, you're a gift from the sun

Reincarnation of one better man

The homeward road is long

You've left your prayers and song

Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, ooo ooo oooo Silly Boy Blue

etc.

DAVID BOWIE - COME AND BUY MY TOYS

Smiling girls and rosy boys, come and buy my little toys,

monkeys made of ginger bread and sugar horses painted red.

Rich men's children running past their fathers dressed in hose,

golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes.

Gazing eyes and running wild, past the stocks and over stiles,

kiss the wind oh merry child but come and buy my toys!

You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn,

sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn.

Reaped it with a sharpened scythe, threshed it with a quill,

the miller told your father that he'd worked it with the greatest will.

Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys,

leave the parsley on the stalls, come and buy my toys!

You shall own a cambric shirt, you shall work your fathers land,

but now you shall play in the market square, till you be a man.

Smiling girls and rosy boys, come and buy my little toys,

monkeys made of ginger bread and sugar horses painted red.

JOIN THE GANG

Let me introduce you to the gang,

Johnny plays the sitar he's an existentialist,

once he had an aim, now he plays our game.

You will feel so good now that you've joined the gang.

Molly is a model in the ads,

crazy clothes and acid, full of soul and crazy hip,

some-one switched her on, then her beam went wrong,

'cause she can't switch off now that she's joined the gang.

Arthur is a singer with a band,

Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage,

look at Arthur rave, all the kids have paid,

they want to see the croaking man who joined the gang.

This club's called the web it's the month's pick,

next month we shall find a place where prices ain't so stiff,

fifteen bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke,

this is how to spend now that you've joined the gang.

This is what to do now that you're here,

sit 'round doing nothing altogether very fast,

psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars,

they're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang.

You won't be alone we've all got beer-y grins

it's a big illusion, but at least you're in,-

at least you're in.

SHES GOT MEDALS

She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house

She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back, never took

her out.

She wore a trenchcoat garkey(?), her hobnail boots were full of holes.

She's got medals.

Her mother called her Mary but she changed her name to Tommy, she's a one.

She went and joined the army, passed the medical, don't ask me how it's done.

They sent her to the front line, fighting for her country's name

She's got medals.

She got very tired of picking up girls,

Cleaning her gun, and shaving her curls

Then the enemy dropped a bomb, survivors there were none!

People say that when the moon is full and when the stars have gone to bed

You can see a ghost but that's a lie because the naughty woman isn't dead.

She deserted on the previous morning, replaced her uniform with dresses silk

and green

Called herself Eileen, came to London town, now she's settled down. She's

got medals.

MAID OF BOND STREET

This girl is made of lipstick, Powder and paint,

Sees the pictures of herself, every magazine on every shelf.

This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs,

Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth, sipaparatives (thats what the words

sound like, I have no

idea what they really are.)

This girl is a lonely girl

Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?)

She reads the daily news but passengers

Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her.

This girl is made of loneliness, a broken heart

For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore.

And this girl is a lonely girl,

Everything she wants is hers but she can't make it

With the boy she really wants to be with

All the time, to love all the time.

This boy is made of envy, jealosy

He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself.

And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film

Her cares are scratched on the cutting room floor

And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars

Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars

Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs

Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares.

PLEASE MR.GRAVEDIGGER

There Are No Chords At All

Just Sound Effects and Accapelo whining, but still a rather depressing fine song!

THE LAUGHING GNOME

THE LAUGHING GNOME

I was walking- down the high street- when I heard footsteps behind me,

and there was a little old man in scarlet and grey, chuckling away.

Well he trotted- back to my house- and he sat beside the telly,

with his tiny hands on his tummy, chuckling away, chugging all day.

[spoken] "I ought to report you to the gnome office." "Gnome office, ha,ha,ha!"

Ha,ha, ha!- Hee,hee, hee!- I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me.-

Ha,ha, ha!- Hee,hee, hee!- I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me.-

Said the laughing gnome.

Well I gave him- roasted toad-stools- And a glass of dandelion wine.

Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne and carried his bag and gave him a fag.

"Ave you got a light boy?" "'Ere! Where do you come from?"

"Gnome-man's land." "Oh,really."

In the morning- when I woke up- he was sitting on the edge of my bed-

with his brother whose name was Fred. He'd brought him along- to sing me a song.-

"Alright let's here it?" "'Ere! what's that clicking sound?"

"That's Fred. He's a metrognome." "Own up. I'm a gnome, ain' I?"

"Ain't you got a gnome to go to?"

"No! We're gnomads." "Didn't they teach you to get your 'aircut at school? You

look like a rolling gnome."

"Not at the London school of Ecognomics."

Now they staying- up the chimney- and we're living on caviar and honey-

'cause they're earning me lots of money,writing comedy prose for radio shows.

"It's the er- it's the gnome service, of course."

[repeat chorus and fade]