C        F       C        F
D#       F       D#       G

D        C       Bb       F
D        C       Bb       F

D        Bb  C   F        C



[Verse 1]
D                             B
Ever since you were a little boy
                         E
You use to think to yourself
                      G            F
That the mysterious ways a common life
           Bb      F            E   D
Was a commotion riding with a baby boom
D                                B
And every now and then you saw faces with a smile
             E                G
And by the pillow of slow decay
                        F               Bb        F      E        D
You could taste the sweetness of the grenadine smeared upon your bed



[Pre-Chorus]
             F#
There was a time
               G
When you were nine
                E              A
You had those long and shady curls
             F#
Now you are bald
            G
And way to old
    G               A
To play among the girls



[Chorus]
D             Bb         C         F
Mannequins in perforated petticoats
    C                 D
In taffetas of satin hoop crinoline
    A               Bb               D#
The puppeteers are working on your midlife Capri pants
C             A                D C# Bb                 A
And tricel scarves in pastel greens but the restless walk in his jeans



[Verse 2]
D        B       E        G
F   Bb   F   E   D

     D                        B
You never were as pretty as Ronny from the gym
           E                        G
He had a hammer for a head and a shovel for a fist
        F            Bb       F                 E      D
And a face of a mutilation talking just like Citizen Kane (Come on, everybody!)
      D                            B
Now brady boys and rubber dolls, razorblades and barbie bones
 E                  G                F              Bb
Saturdays tangled up in purple cymbelines from a wedding
      F            E             D
Are lying in your bed for those long bitter days



[Bridge]
C        F       C        F
D#       F       D#       G

A        G   D   C        G
A        G   D   C        G
A        G   D   C        G
A        G   D   C        G   A



[Chorus]
D             Bb         C         F
Mannequins in perforated petticoats
    C                 D
In taffetas of satin hoop crinoline
    A               Bb               D#
The puppeteers are working on your midlife Capri pants
C             A                D C# Bb                 A
And tricel scarves in pastel greens but the restless walk in his jeans



[Otro]
D        Bb  C   F        C
D        Bb  C   F        C


 G                                 Bb
Nothing ever turned out like you wanted
                              D    C#
But you know the times are changing
G                  Bb
You're 29, you're past your prime
                 D
And now they're gone