Half Man Half Biscuit - Rsvp

On the ^Fbleakest day autumn could ^Dmmuster In a ^Bbchurch to which they'll not re^Cturn I thought ^Fback to a time when I could ^Dmtrust her To a ^Ftime when there ^Bbwasn't John ^CByrne. And in a ^Gmcruel twist of fate which so ^Bboften Oc^Fcurs in tales such as ^Cthis I ^Ffound myself catering re^Dmception And there were ^Bburges I had to re^Csist. Not ^Fleast 'cos John Byrne is much ^Dmfitter And the ^Fstraightener to ^Bbhim holds no ^Cfears ^C7 So if the ^Fchocolate in the ^A7fountain tastes ^Dmbitter ^Bb F C F (as intro) It's because it's been laced with my tears. Cele^Fbrations were well under^Dmway when Her ^Bbfather prayed silence and ^Cspoke He said "^FIt's not like I'm losi^Dmng a daughter as..." ^Bb(Violently starting to ^Cchoke). And in a ^Gmgesture which said "I'm ^Bbfast fading Could ^Fsomebody dial 99^C9'" He ^Fvaliantly toasted my ^Dmcapers With a ^Fglass of what ^Bbhe thought was ^Cwine. It was ^Fgone half past ^Dmten before ^Bbfolk cottoned ^Con F A Bb (instr) By which time I'd landed in Wick. So if ^Fwhat's in the fondue's to ^Dmdie for It's got ^Fnothing to ^Bbdo with the ^Ccheese^C7 And if ^Fwhat's in the ^A7punchbowl seems ^Dmlethal ^F It's be^Bbcause it's two-^Cthirds anti-^Ffreeze.