Fire Engine

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Ripples round the bar they don't 
                  C                
know what to think
    D

       D7                          
For prince of the pen has himself a
    Bm                 C          
 new favourite drink
   Em

C                             G  
To blow on bruised skin takes 
                    C
away the sting
                 G                 
I've half a mind to take him for a 
D            G
fling
                G                  
The most uncouth of colours that 
                 C                 
you have ever seen
    D

D7                               C  
                   D7               
Eb dim (or B7)
30mls of vodka lemonade and 
grenadine
       Em      C                  
The smoke makes me sick and i 
              G                    
don't know where to look
     C

             C                     
There's a church mouse in the 
   G                       D      
corner with her nose stuck in a 
     G
book
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And she says the flavour's 
 D7          G
flambouyant
         D               G     
Each sip sweetly poignant with a 
                 C                 
wave of the hand and a flick of the
Em
 fringe
    D7            G     
It baffles the quibblers, 
              D                 G
nit-pickers, nut-nibblers
      C                             
               D (C shape 2 frets 
up)
An unusual weapon to choose for a 
binge

G x4 (with variations)

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

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

       C                           
And now his glass is sat there next
 G                         C
 to mine
C            G        D 
30mls of vodka lemonade and 
                     G
grenadine