Complete tab, as on album.
Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky
Youíre so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
G G/G# A
But these finks donít walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.
Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
Youíre always so charming
As you peck your way up there.
And these finks donít dress too well
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
B B6 B
ícos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
Iíve been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul.
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.
But dead finks donít talk too well
Theyíve got a shaky sense of diction
Itís not so much a living hell
Itís just a dying fiction.
Then it's something on the 7 6 and 8s of the A and D stirng' listen to the record,
the part's fairly useless anyways.
I'm fairly sure it's correct.