(intro F C F C F C Bb C7)F Dm On the bleakest day autumn could musterBb C In a church to which they'll not returnF Dm I thought back to a time when I could trust herBb C To a time when there wasn't John Byrne.Gm Bb And in a cruel twist of fate which so oftenF C Occurs in tales such as thisF Dm I found myself catering receptionBb C And there were urges I had to resist.Continues after the adF Dm Not least 'cos John Byrne is much fitterF Bb C C7 And the straightener to him holds no fearsF A7 Dm F So if the chocolate in the fountain tastes bitter Bb C F (as intro) It's because it's been laced with my tears.F Dm Celebrations were well underway whenBb C Her father prayed silence and spokeF Dm He said "It's not like I'm losing a daughter as..."Bb C (Violently starting to choke).Gm Bb And in a gesture which said "I'm fast fadingF C Could somebody dial 999?"F Dm He valiantly toasted my capersBb Bb C With a glass of what he thought was wine.F Dm Bb C It was gone half past ten before folk cottoned on F A7 Dm (instr) By which time I'd landed in Wick.F Dm So if what's in the fondue's to die forF Bb C C7 It's got nothing to do with the cheeseF A7 Dm F And if what's in the punchbowl seems lethalBb C F It's because it's two-thirds anti-freeze.
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