The Siddeleys - My favourite wet wednesday afternoon

^CThe sight of the fa^Emçade of the^C Palace Hotel, Sout^Amhend With ^Cevery sense I ^Amthink of you - it s^Gends me round the b^Gend &^Cquot;Love that move^Ems the su^Cn in heaven, and all^Am the stars" ^CThis is just a f^Amraction of what ^Gis rightfully ^Gours

^AmPlease whirl me a^Emround ^EmThere's no earth^Emly reason ^GNo earthly r^Emeason There ^Gis no earthly r^Emeason For ^Cdarkness after ^Gdawn ^CIt's not that I ^Emwant to be rich, I just ^Cwant to be heroically ^Ampoor ^CMoney may buy h^Amappiness, but y^Gou can give me m^Gore I^C want back my f^Emavourite wet W^Cednesday after^Amnoon ^CI'll take my dre^Amams to the grave, If y^Gou don't say something ^Gsoon

^AmPlease whirl me a^Emround ^EmThere's no earth^Emly reason ^GNo earthly r^Emeason There ^Gis no earthly r^Emeason ^CFor a boy to ^Gburn

The ^CPeak Frean's fact^Emory pumping smoke r^Ceminds me of the p^Amast ^COf waking up quite t^Amerrified, of a^Glways coming l^Gast Are^C you, like me, looking ^Emup at the sky? Or do y^Cou look down as y^Amou read? "^C;The red apples are ^Amthe sweetest," he ^Gsaid, but green is th^Ge colour for me

^AmPlease whirl me a^Emround ^EmThere's no earth^Emly reason ^GNo earthly r^Emeason There ^Gis no earthly r^Emeason ^CFor rotting fruit to ^Gfall T^Che smell of chips ^Emon a summer ^Cevening in South^Amend - ^CWith every sense I t^Amhink of you, it s^Gends me round the ^Gbend &^Cquot;Love that move^Ems the su^Cn in heaven, and all^Am the stars" ^CThis is just a f^Amraction of what ^Gis rightfully ^Gours

^AmPlease whirl me a^Emround ^EmThere's no earth^Emly reason ^GNo earthly r^Emeason There ^Gis no earthly r^Emeason ^CFor a boy to ^Gburn