E A E A E I fancy I'll open a stationers, stock quaint notepads for weekend pagans A E B7 E While you were out at the Rollright stones, I came and set fire to your shed E 'Cos you probably work at an all night garage A E You probably work at an all night garage B7 E You probably work at an all night garage with talk radio on. And you curse my soul if I don't want petrol A E Curse my soul 'cos I don't want petrol B7 E I only came down for a tube of Pringles, sour cream and chives. E And because you've got to get up off your fat arse to go and get my crisps And you've got to go 'round the counter and it's really inconvenient And when you come back you toss them into that sliding metal tray device Thing that separates us, and you say "one pound thirty five". As opposed to "that'll be one pound thirty five please sir" This is of course done to annoy me but has the opposite effect Of amusing me no end, because suddenly I've got other things to buy. E I'll have two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite A E Two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite B7 E Two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite, what sandwiches have you got? E Well now you become quite irate and your voice becomes louder And you start to sound like Leadbelly at the depot. I got ham. I got cheese, I got chicken, I got beef I got tuna sweetcorn, I've got tuna sweetcorn. E I'll have ten Kit-Kat's and a motoring atlas A E Ten Kit-Kat's and a motoring atlas B7 E And a blue CD on the Hallmark label - that's sure to be good. (instr.) E A E , E B7 E : E A E , E B7 E E B7 E Oh he went to play golf of a Sunday morn just a mile and a half from town B7 E His head was found on the driving range and his body has never been found.