Tuning: E A D G B E

[Chorus]

And the ^Gband ^D7played ^Gon As the ^Ghelic^Copters^D whirred ^CDrunk on the ^A7lawn in a nuc^Glear ^Emdawn My ^Gsenses ^D7finally b^Glurred

[Verse 1]

^D7He was a ^Grock, to the ^Cend a solid remi^Gnder Couldn't ^Amdeny a f^D7riend ^D7We lived in the ^Gnoise and the ^Csweet amber^G poison ^BmPeekin' up the skirt of the ^Amend

[Verse 2]

^D7And we'd ^Gdrink, ^Ctwo gnarly dudes and some r^Gecords Much like ^Amplates of black ^D7food ^D7We filled up our ^Gfaces, ^Csaw some far pl^Gaces ^BmStood on the roof in the n^Amude ^Am ^Am

[Chorus]

And the ^Gband ^D7played ^Gon As the ^Ghelic^Copters^D whirred ^CDrunk on the ^A7lawn in a nuc^Glear ^Emdawn My ^Gsenses ^D7finally b^Glurred

[Verse 3]

Between ^Gpulls, he ^Csaid "we're like cows in the^G grass" ^AmBrushing off f^D7lies ^D7Chaise lounging a^Ground standing ^Cup, falling ^Gdown Till we ^Bmno longer opened our ^Ameyes ^D7

[Verse 4]

^D7And we'd ^Gdrink, ever n^Cotice how drinking's like w^Gar Cuppa t^Amroops o'er the g^D7ums ^D7To the end of our h^Gealth a camp^Caign 'gainst mys^Gelf Armed with ^Bmbourons and scotches and r^Amums

[Chorus]

And the ^Gband ^D7played ^Gon As the ^Ghelic^Copters w^Dhirred ^CDrunk on the ^A7lawn in a nuc^Glear ^Emdawn My ^Gsenses ^D7finally b^Glurred

[Verse 5]

Think of b^Gombs, we're po^Cised on the edge of dis^Gaster Whether it's r^Cight or it's w^Drong ^DWe opened the ^Gwindow, ^Cplayed some Nin^Gtendo ^BmSang a few bars of some p^Amretty old song:

[Interlude]

^Am7Irene^D7 good^Gnight, ^D7sus4Irene ^D6 ^Ggoodnight ^GGoodnight ^G7Irene, goo^Cdnight Irene

I'll ^Gsee you^D7 in my ^Gdreams ^D7

[Verse 6]

Oh to ^Gdream, those im^Cpotent bones of exti^Gnction Flying ^Cgraceful and f^Dree None but the ^Gbest cause the ^Cman cannot ^Grest Till he's ^Bmfinally beaten his ^Amme ^D7

[Chorus]

And the ^Gband ^D7played ^Gon As the ^Ghelic^Copters^D whirred ^CDrunk on the ^A7lawn in a nuc^Glear ^Emdawn My ^Gsenses ^D7finally b^Glurred

[Verse 7]

Till the ^Gend, he passed o^Cut on the sun deck that ^Gmorning Quietly s^Caying goodb^Dye But^D7 I was so ^Ghammered I sp^Cuttered and s^Gtammered ^BmTold him he couldn't just ^Amdie

[Verse 8]

He was a ^Grock, went ^Cstraight for his own ^Garmageddon Face f^Croze in a g^Drin ^D7Ambulance f^Glyin' in, ^CI never d^Grank again ^BmCan't really call that a l^C9oss or a ^D7win

[Chorus]

And the ^Gband ^D7played ^Gon As the ^Ghelic^Copters^D whirred ^CDrunk on the ^A7lawn in a nuc^Glear ^Emdawn My ^Gsenses ^D7finally b^Glurred

Moxy Fruvous - The drinking song