Its Not Cricket

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D She used to a topless down at the Surrey docks,
F With tassles on her wotsits, she did a t'riffic job,
D Bb Bb A C# C# Eb Of raising all the eyebrows, of every lunchtime mob.
F She went with all the tossers, who kick about a ball,
A They say their club's the greatest and she has kissed them all,
F C# C# C D At the Arndale Centre, she's up against the wall.
D A G A G A D A I can't name names cos that's not cricket,
D A G A G A D A I can't name names that would put me in it,
Bb F E A But that's another story in the finish.
D I saw them at the pictures, a tangled heap of love,
F He had so many women, but only classy stuff.
D Bb Bb A C# C# Eb I saw him at the clinic, a pink card up his cuff
F One holiday in Bognor, a stag night hit the town,
A The groom was in the car park, with his trousers down,
F C# C# C D But that's another story that won't be going round.
D A G A G A D A I can't name names cos that's not cricket,
D A G A G A D A I can't name names that would put me in it.
Bb F E A But that's another story in the finish.
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D The Deptford had a beano, to Southend for the night,
F With forty crates of lager, to see the Southend lights,
D Bb Bb A C# C# Eb They got home for their breakfast, pissed out of their minds.
F This girl gave me the minces, so I asked her for a dance,
A And in the death I kissed, and so I took a chance,
F C# C# C D And when I went to touch her, she tried to break my arm.
D A G A G A D A I can't name names cos that's not cricket,
D A G A G A D A I can't name names that would put me in it.
Bb F E A But that's another story in the finish.
A D A 'Know what I mean, eh? Bob?'
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