A                          C#m7
Murderer's come dressed as suicides
     G                               F#m
They drag the donkey's that carry the shit
A                           C#m7
Wondering where all of that hope went
    G                    F#m
I'm telling you now this it
A                        C#m7
Everybody knows you sell mouthwash 
G                     F#m
As liquid gold always rusts
    A                              C#m7
The roller blade girls concrete the beaches
    G                      F#m
The coffee cups crumble to dust


E7                                                 A
On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.

Listening to your Northern Soul records
You're pumped up with The Stax and the Blues
I can't help it if I was born stupid
I'm thinking about buying some shoes
Saxophones wait in the echo
I'm a good looking 19 year old girl
Hanging in the light like a Gecko
Inviting all men into my world

On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind. 

Titanic..... don't panic.