The Good Life - For the love of the song

^GI thought I'd start this ^Fsimple song ^Cwith something you could ^Amsing along like^G &^Fquot;Na na na na^C na na." But ^Gthen I felt a ^Fbit cliche- I ^Cstarted Beaten P^Amath that way- and be^Gsides, it didn't ^Fget me very ^Cfar ^GI guess the well is ^Frunning dry. ^C (I'm not surpris^Amed) ^G It's been ^Fthirteen years of ^Clies. ^GRunning at the ^Fmouth about ^Cthese lovers I can't ^Amlive without, well,^G I'm not exa^Fctly huntin' 'em ^Cdown

^GDown and out and ^Foverweight - ^Cunder the influence of ^Amthree years straight ^{G F}drinking on the ^Cjob. ^GIf it's not some ^Flove affair then it's a ^Csong about the g^Amreat despair of the ^Gloner at the ^Fend of the ^Cbar. Well, you ^Gare what you are You ^Fare what your are, you ^Care, you are, you ^Amdo, you do - ^G &^Fquot;Na na na na^C na na" ^GOne-hundredth verse ^Fsame as the first, ^CI'm a dictaphone of ^Amdrunken slurs, press rew^Gind - it's a n^Few a^Clbum. "Hot off the p^Gre^Fss^C, ^Am and this guy sounds dep^Gressed ^F (again)^C!" So, you can ^Gnever drop this ^Fdrunken bit or the ^Cfits of pain you s^Amtill stomach - it's for the ^Glove ^Fof the ^Csong Oh yeah, the ^Gsong. Oh yea^Fh, the s^Cong. ^Am I thought it ^Gwas... I thought it ^Fwas supposed to be a.^C.. a sing along.