Half Man Half Biscuit - Dead men dont need season tickets

^E Telephone ^Ebcall^B telling me my ^Dold friend Graham had ^F#died I took a ^Eride down to where ^EbI could be of as^G#msistance. ^{F# E} I said to his ^Ebwife^B don’t give int^Do grieving cliché a^F#nd turn His side of the ^Eroom into a ^Ebshrine, it just doesn’^G#mt work. ^F#

My arm round her ^Bshoulder^F#, gently I ^Btold her E Eb G#m (instr) F# E (x4) Dead men don’t need season tickets.

^E Now that he’^Ebs go^Bne you’re gonna nee^Dd a helping hand with ^F#the lawn Various ^Echores – not least o^Ebf all, those funeral ^G#marrangements.^{F# E} If I were ^Ebyou^B I’d get myself^D away from all that ^F#relates Week in the ^Elakes, reasonable ^Ebrates early Sep^G#mtember. ^F#

Now I’m no ^Bhotelie^F#r, just thought I?^B??d tell yer ^E Dead men ^Ebdon’t need seaso^G#mn tickets^F#.

Maybe I’^Bm forwar^F#d, maybe I?^B??m morbid ^E Dead men ^Ebdon’t need seaso^G#mn ticket^F#s.

^E Dead men ^Ebdon’t need seaso^G#mn tickets. ^F# In the mortua^Bry,^F# in the mortua^Bry ^F# In the mortua^Bry,^F# in the mortua^Bry. ^{F# E F# E F# E F#}