From Under The Covers

   Dm      Bb    F         C
It's six a.m. and even Big Ben
   Dm                Bb           
Is trying to get his head down for
   F C
 a kip
       Dm           Bb
But no sooner is it down
              F                C
And then it's on with dressing gown
         Dm        Bb           F  C
For this city very rarely loses grip

    F        C            Bb     
But I have a friend who's never 
     C
up by ten
    F       C         Bb         
He's fast asleep with mouth open 
C
wide
     F             C              
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's 
Bb           C
won a lot of friends
      F        C      Bb         
And he says to me, he cannot tell
     C
 the time


[Chorus]
Dm  Am  Bb  F  C  Dm  C  F  x2


[Verse 2]
   Dm        Bb           F      
It's seven a.m. and we're 
         C
coughing up the phlegm
Dm               Bb             
Spitting out the taste of night 
F   C
before
          Dm              Bb
And we'll vomit and we'll choke
Continúa después del anuncio
        F                 C
Just to climb their tatty rope
           Dm          Bb         
Well this city has its charm and 
   F  C
its claw

         F          C
And he'll blame his clock
         Bb                C
Or he'll say he's lost his socks
           F         C            
And they'll tell you that he's 
  Bb          C
been bitten by a snake
    F              C
His excuses are an art
         Bb            C
From the bottom of his heart
      F          C        Bb      
And he thinks of them whenever he 
C
awakes


[Chorus]
Dm  Am  Bb  F  C  Dm  C  F  x2


[Verse 3]
    Dm        Bb      F           
It's eight a.m. we're on the road 
 C
again
Dm           Bb             F C
Racing for a placing at the top
           Dm         Bb
And it says green for go
        F             C
For the people in the know
            Dm            Bb      
But for the others all it says is 
        F  C
red for stop


[Bridge]
Dm  Bb  F  C  x4


     F             C
It's cold and it's damp
            Bb        C
And they've dug him a grave
       F       C    Bb           
And the ten fifteen merchant's 
       C
still in bed
    F                 C
And scrawled upon the headboard
        Bb                  C
For the whole wide world to see is
F     C      Bb          C
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"

Dm  Bb  F  C  x4


[Chorus]
Dm  Am  Bb  F  C  Dm  C  F
Dm  Am  Bb