Fire Engine

       G                                          C                    D
Ripples round the bar they don't know what to think
       D7                              Bm                 C             Em
For prince of the pen has himself a new favourite drink
C                             G                      C
To blow on bruised skin takes away the sting
                 G                 D            G
I've half a mind to take him for a fling
                G                                   C                     D
The most uncouth of colours that you have ever seen
D7                               C                     D7               Eb dim (or B7)
30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine
       Em      C                                G                         C
The smoke makes me sick and i don't know where to look
             C                        G                       D           G
There's a church mouse in the corner with her nose stuck in a book
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                            D7          G
And she says the flavour's flambouyant
         D               G                      C                 Em
Each sip sweetly poignant with a wave of the hand and a flick of the fringe
    D7            G                   D                 G
It baffles the quibblers, nit-pickers, nut-nibblers
      C                                            D (C shape 2 frets up)
An unusual weapon to choose for a binge

G x4 (with variations)

                    D7                           G                       D                   
Would these words sound the same on high street in broad daylight
     G

       C          Em
But nothing escapes the ears of a playwright
     D7            G                   D                   G
He listens intently from the backseat of a Bentley
             C                                                   D (C shape 2 frets up)
Let this feeling of change take hold of me gently
                    G                                  C           D
Now there's fog on the Isis and the poets all gush
        D7                                     Bm             C                       Em
This scene is straight from the stroke of an impressionist's brush
       C                            G                         C
And now his glass is sat there next to mine
C            G        D                      G
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