Loudon Wainwright III - Primrose hill

Li^Cving on the side of Primrose Hill Dr^Finking cans of Tennants just can't seem to get my fill Go^Gt a beat up guitar and a dirty old sleeping bag An^Fd this mangy dog whose tail don't wag

S^Cun's been shining down on my hillside bed T^Fhat's not the only reason my face is so red T^Ghis nasty cut on my nose is not from no fight I^F just fell down yesterday or maybe it was last night

I^C used to sing and play down in the underground B^Fut a few years back they started cracking down N^Gow I'm living on the side of Primrose Hill I^F'm no tourist attraction but I give them a thrill

Y^Ceah I see you riding by on your flash bicycle Y^Feah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill A^G pretty young mother goes by she's pushing her pram H^Fer little baby leans out just to see what I am F^Crom the top of the hill there's a hell of a view H^Fouses of Parliament and London Zoo T^Ghose politicians all chatter they trumpet and roar T^Fhat must be what those hyenas all are laughing for W^Chen you come up to London it sure is something to see I^Ft's somewhere to go but it's no place to be A^Gnd there's two things keeping me from going 'round the bend I^F got my music and this dog for a friend

'^CCause life gets slippery when you're living on the side Y^Feah I know I should quit drinking but I haven't even tried M^Gy mutt's licking my fingers and I'm wetting my lips I^F got a can of extra strong and a bag of chicken and chips I^Cf I had a little money I'd get a few things L^Fike a bottle of vodka and a pack of new guitar strings I^G guess I could die here on the side of this hill I^F'm no tourist attraction but I'd give them a chill A^Cnd I'm living on the side Of Primrose Hill D^Frinking cans of Tennants Just can't seem to get my fill G^Got a beat up guitar And dirty old sleeping bag T^Fhis mangy dog Whose tail won't wag