G
The North looked rundown        C
Just like it does in British films
             G
Oh and it rained so hard       C
From Wolverhampton into the Chiltern Hills
             G
And in an uninsured old Ford

We drove into The Smoke
           C
Across a crowded Camden bar
We met Theodore and the label bloke
                 G
And he looked sixteen and a half
A sickly schoolboy face
            C
Without a trace of time

D
I sold my only popsong, to the boy from EMI
       C
Who fiddled with his scarf, licked his lips when he told lies
D
I sold my only popsong for a handshake and a line
       C
But something in my heart, weighed so heavy on my mind
 
            G
A London montage               C
Just like they do in British films
                 G
And they would change our parts     C
Trim down the intro and lose those rock drum fills
            G
And on a balcony we shared
A menthol cigarette
              C
He'd drove a van for Prefab Sprout
He'd wrote a press release for Wet Wet Wet
            G
We stood gormless all the while
Like four sheet metal workers sons
            C
We had no place or style
 
D
I sold my only popsong, yeah they just pointed where to sign
        C
We'd wrestled with our art and we'd wrestled with our time
D
I sold my only popsong, to the lads from EMI
     C
One had a thin moustache, the other had thin eyes
               G               C
And they wore Tweeeeeeeeeeed

             G
And it went oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
C                                           (Repeat until end // listen to song for timing)
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh