A                                F
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,

                              E
It gets poured all over her fella,  London

                                 D
Cos’ she says, man he ain’t no better

                              A
Than the next man kicking up fuss

  A                           F
Drunk she stumbles down by a river

                  E
Screams calling London,

                           D
And none of us heard her coming,

                             A
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out