Intro: F5     G5     Eb5      Bb5  G5   F5 
 
F5                G5 
  I'm feelin' so good right now 
          Eb5                    Bb5    G5         F5 
There's a handsome boy tells me how I changed his past 
             G5 
He buys me a brandy 
Eb5                    Bb5          G5      F5 
  Or could it be he's really just after my ass? 
             G5 
He likes the clothes I wear 
Eb5                   Bb5     G5      F5 
  He says he likes a man to dress in season 
           G5               Eb5                Bb5 
But no one else ever stares, he's being so kind 
G5           C5  | --> 
What's the reason? 
 
{Chorus} 
 

C5         G5             A5    F5 
 How many friends have I really got? 
                          G5 
 You can count 'em on one hand 
C5         G5              A5     F5        G5 
 How many friends have I really got? 
C5         G5              A5     F5    
 How many friends have I really got? 
     Bb5   F5        Bb5   F5           Bb5   F5 G5 G5 C5 
That love me, that want me, that'll take me  as I   am? 
 
Suddenly it's a silver screen 

And a face so beautiful that I have to cry out 

Everybody hears me 

Well, I look like a fool, now, if I try and I shy out 

She knows all of my friends 

But it's nice to find a woman who'll stay on late 

But now I think I've reached the end 

I wonder in the dead of night, how do I rate?  
 
{repeat Chorus} 
 
 
C5                 C5 
   It's all like a dream you know 
            Bb5                    F5 
When you're still up early in the morning 
G5                    F5                   Eb5 
    And you all sit together to watch the sun come through 
C5                 C5 
  But things don't look so good 
               Ab5 
When you could use a bit of warning 
F5                                    C5                   G5 
  Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you. 
 
{repeat Chorus} 
 
When I first signed the contract, it was more than a handshake then 
I know it still is, but there's a plain fact 
We talk so much shit behind each other's backs, I get the willies 
People know nothing about their own soft guts 
So how come they can sum us up 
Without suffering all the hype we've known 
How come they bum us up 
 
{repeat Chorus}