Bb Dm
When I need you you’re only ever twenty-eight away with a tailwind
Eb Ebm Bb
I’m on Shimano Ultegra now, ain’t you heard?
Dm
Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has failed as a friend
Eb Ebm Bb
Venezuela, Australia, then me.
F G# C# F# B E
But when it’s too late for drunks and too early for milkmen
D G#
Give me the moonlight, give me a spade.
F# B C#
I’ve got soil on my fingers; I’ve got worms in my shoes,
F# B C#
The stench of death lingers when I lie next to you,
F#
I’ve been allowed about an hour to comprehend
B C#
That I simply can’t walk out the door
F# B D
They’ve got rules by which I must abide; regulations to keep me secure.
Bb Dm
With a help chute and a carbon monoxide alarm
Eb Ebm Bb
We would still have our Thursday afternoons
Dm
Consolation in the form of a halogen lamp
Eb Ebm Bb
Dark was the night, cold was the ground.
F G# C# F# B E
When you’ve got nothing to lose you get worms in your shoes
D E G#
You get the subterranean lovesick blues.
F# C# B F#
I’m still your number one fan; I’m your Betterware man
C# B F#
I’m still your number one fan; I’m your Betterware man
C# B D F# D F#
I’m still your number one fan; I’m your Betterware man.