C#m7 Amaj7
I thought it was a joke when you called me up
Bbdim
And said you needed ironing
A Bbdim
There were creases in your facial lining
F/C F/D F/E F/D
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
F/C F/D F/E F/D
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
F/C Bb C Bb
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
C F
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
C E F C E F
Back to me, back to me
C#m7 Amaj7
I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad
Bbdim
And told him that you'd have to catch the measles
A Bbdim
You're flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels
F/C F/D F/E F/D
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
F/C F/D F/E F/D
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
F/C Bb C Bb
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
C F
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
C E F C E F
Back to me, back to me
G G/F# G/E G/D
T'was on the Norfolk Broads, we were punting one day
G G/F# G/E G/D
You received a nasty bump on the he--ead
G G/F# G/E G/D
And you've never been the same since needless to say
Gm Gm/F Eb
How I wish it could have been me instead
Gm Gm/F Ebmaj7 Am Gm
I wish it could have been me inste-------ead
Instrumental
Am7 Gm7 Am7 Gm7 Am7 Gm7
Am F/C G Am
pattern repeats 3x
Am F/C G F G Am Bdim C Bdim
C#m7 Amaj7
I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope
Bbdim A
To say you'd a vision of an aardvark
Bbdim Bdim C#m7/B Bbdim
Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with Saint Ma--aa----ark
F/C F/D F/E F/D
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
F/C F/D F/E F/D
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
F/C Bb C Bb
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
C Bb
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
C Bb
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
C F
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
C E F C E F
Back to me, back to me