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15th September 2000, 10.44am
Heliocentric@breathe.com
SMITHERS-JONES
(Bruce Foxton)
Chords used:
C: x32010
Bb: x1333x
G: 320033
G7: 320001
F: 133211
N.C. (C)
C
Here we go a gain, it's Monday at last, he's heading for the Waterloo line.
Bb G Bb
To catch the 8am fast, it's usually dead on time, hope it is't late,
G
Got to be there by nine.
C
Pin-stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, stops off at the corner shop to buy the Times.
Bb G Bb G
Good morning, Smithers-Jones, hows the wife and home?
Bb G Bb G7
Did you get the car you've been looking for? Did you get the car you've been looking for?
Bb G C F
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you.
Bb G Bb G
We could have some good times, all this worry will get you down,
Bb G N.C.
I'll give you a new meaning to life. I don't think so.
C
C
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there, you're a part of the production line.
Bb G Bb
You're the same as him, you're like tinned sardines, get out of the pack,
G
Before they peel you back.
C
Arrive at the office, spot on time, the clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine.
Bb G Bb G
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones, the boss wants to see you alone,
Bb G Bb
I hope it's the promotion you've been looking for, I hope it's the promotion you've been
G7
Looking for.'
Bb G C F
'Come in Smithers old boy, take a seat, take the weight of your feet,
Bb G Bb G F
I've some news to tell you, there's no longer a position for you, sorry Smithers-Jones'
C G C
F C G C (x3)
F C G C F C G C
Put on the kettle and make some tea, it's all a part of feeling groovie,
F C G C F C G C
Put on your slippers, turn on the TV, it's all a part of feeling groovie,
F C G C
It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off,
F C G C
But the only one smiling is the sun-tanned boss,
F C G C
Work and work and work and work 'til you die,
F C G C
Cos there's plenty more fish in the sea to fry.
F C G C (x4)
C
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