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[VERSE] G G/F# Em7 Cadd9 G D G G/F# Em7 A7 D D7 G G7 C A7 G G/F# Em7 Cadd9 G D G [CHORUS] D Cadd9 G G D Cadd9 G G D Cadd9 G G Am C D D
G Will you still G/F#love me, Em7 will you still hug me, Cadd9 When I’Gm eightyD four, G When I’ve beeG/F#n workinEm7g all my life, A7 And I’m still bloodDy D7poor? G Dust in my lungs,G7 a broken back, C Still can’t retire iA7t hurts, Well I’Gm all foG/F#r workersEm7’ rights aCadd9nd that, As long as G I don’t Dhave toG work,
D So hats off to the Cadd9schemers, to the scroungers, to the rGats, To the oDnes who sleep on Cadd9mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bGats, To the bDeggars and the cCadd9heaters and the kings who rise at nGoon, To the Amscoundrels, the misfits, the pCarasites, this one’s foDr you,
[NO GUITAR] “Don’t send me on another New Deal course, I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss” Maybe I’ll never shoot a rabbit, Perhaps I’ll never drink champagne, But that’s alright with me, I prefer cider anyway, I’m happy doing nothing, They tell me it’s all a waste, But I ain’t never seen no 3 piece suit, With a smile on his face, [CHORUS] [NO GUITAR] “I searched all the newspapers and made my CV, I swear there just ain’t nothing out there” A 9 to 5, 5 days a week, Is bottom of my list, I just couldn’t live with myself, Knowing there was something that I missed, So don’t go telling me “Take it seriously”, Believe me I do, But life’s for living, not for working, And I got better things to do, [CHORUS] [end on G, presumably]