Gilbert O'Sullivan - Nothing rhymed

To some ^Bmelderly lady or ^Gman Am I b^Aeing a good boy Am I your pr^A7ide and j^Doy G C D D% Mother please if your pleased say I am

And if w^Bmhile in the course of my d^F#uty I perf^Bmorm an unfortunate t^Gake Would you p^Aunish me so, unbel^A7ievably s^Do G C D D% Never again will I make that mistake

This ^Gsus4feeling inside me could ^Bmnever deny me The ri^Gght to be wrong if I cho^D6ose And this p^Gmleasure I get From say w^Dinning a bet C Cadd9 C Cmaj7 |G Is to lose

When I'm d^Bmrinking my Bonaparte Sh^F#andy Eating m^Bmore than enough apple ^Gpies Will I gl^Aance at my screen and see r^A7eal human b^Deings Starve to d^Geath Right in f^Cront of my^D eyes

Nothing ^Bmold, nothing new, nothing v^F#7entured Nothing ^Bmgained, nothing s^Bm7till-born or ^Glost Nothing f^Aurther than proof nothing ^A7wilder than y^Douth Nothing ^Golder than time nothing s^Aweeter than wine Nothing ph^F#ysically, re^F#7cklessly, ho^Bmpelessly bli^Bm7nd Nothing ^GI couldn't say Nothing w^Emhy 'cos tod^A7ay Nothing rh^Dymed