Popsong

                    G
The North looked rundown        C
Just like it does in British films
             G
Oh and it rained so hard       C
From Wolverhampton into the Chiltern
 Hills
             G
And in an uninsured old Ford

We drove into The Smoke
           C
Across a crowded Camden bar
We met Theodore and the label bloke
                 G
And he looked sixteen and a half
A sickly schoolboy face
            C
Without a trace of time

D
I sold my only popsong, to the boy 
from EE
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       C
Who fiddled with his scarf, licked 
his lips when he told lies
D
I sold my only popsong for a 
handshake and a line
       C
But something in my heart, weighed 
so heavy on my mind

            G
A London montage               C
Just like they do in British films
                 G
And they would change our parts     
C
Trim down the intro and lose those 
rock drum fills
            G
And on a balcony we shared
A menthol cigarette
              C
He'd drove a van for Prefab Sprout
He'd wrote a press release for Wet 
Wet Wet
            G
We stood gormless all the while
Like four sheet metal workers sons
            C
We had no place or style

D
I sold my only popsong, yeah they 
just pointed where to sign
        C
We'd wrestled with our art and we'd 
wrestled with our time
D
I sold my only popsong, to the lads 
from EE
     C
One had a thin moustache, the other 
had thin eyes
               G               C
And they wore Tweeeeeeeeeeed

             G
And it went oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh 
oh
C                                   
        (Repeat until end // listen 
to song for timing)
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh