(intro) (while whistling) E | ----------------------------------------------------------- | B | ----------------------------------------------------------- | G | -------5-----5-----------4-----5-----5-----5--------------- | D | ----------------------------------------------------------- | A | ----3-----3-----3--3--2-----3-----3-----3------------------ | E | ----------------------------------------------------------- | (part A) C F G C Getting hung up all day on smiles F G C Walking down Portobello Road for miles F G Greeting strangers in Indian boots F G Yellow ties and old brown suits Am G Growing old is my only dan - ger (part B) C F G C Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks F G C Lampshades of old antique leather F G Am Nothing looks weird, not even a beard F G Or the boots made out of feathers F C I keep walking miles F C 'til I feel a broom beneath my feet F C Or the hawking eyes G G7 Of an old stuffed bull across the street F G C Nothing's the same if you see it again F G C It'll be broken down to litter F G Am Oh and the clothes everyone knows F G That that dress will never fit her (part C ) C F G C (whistling) F G C (whistling) F G Am (more whistling) F F G G G G G G G G G G G G (all strummed downward quickly) (repeat parts a and b and then part a again with the last line) Am G C F G C Growing old is my only dan - ger (outro) (while whistling) E | ----------------------------------------------------------- | B | ---------1-----1-----0------------------------------------- | G | ---------0-----2-----0------------------------------------- | D | ------2-----3--------------2------------------------------- | A | ---3--------------------3-----3---------------------------- | E | ------------------3---------------------------------------- |