(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) C5 F5 G5 C5 Getting hung up all day on smiles F5 G5 C5 Walking down Portobello Road for miles F5 G5 Greeting strangers in Indian boots F5 G5 Yellow ties and old brown suits A5 G5 Growing old is my only dan - ger (part B) C5 F5 G5 C5 Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks F5 G5 C5 Lampshades of old antique leather F5 G5 A5 Nothing looks weird, not even a beard F5 G5 Or the boots made out of feathers F5 C5 I keep walking miles F5 C5 'til I feel a broom beneath my feet F5 C5 Or the hawking eyes G5 G5 Of an old stuffed bull across the street F5 G5 C5 Nothing's the same if you see it again F5 G5 C5 It'll be broken down to litter F5 G5 A5 Oh and the clothes everyone knows F5 G5 That that dress will never fit her (part C5 ) C5 F5 G5 C5 (whistling) F5 G5 C5 (whistling) F5 G5 A5 (more whistling) F5 F5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 (all strummed downward quickly) (repeat parts a and b and then part a again with the last line) A5 G5 C5 F5 G5 C5 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---------------------------------------- |