http://www.pocketsatellite.co.uk/
A vastly simplified version of this beautiful song, tabbed by a sister of mine.
The lyrics in particular are all done by ear, so corrections are very welcome.

   G               C               A7sus4          D
||-----------------------------------------------------------------|
||---3---3---3---3---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---3---3---3---3-|
||---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---2---2---2---2-|
||---------------------------------2---2---2---2---0---0---0---0---|
||-----------------3---3---3---3-----------------------------------|
||-3---3---3---3---------------------------------------------------|

       G
It was eight o' clock this morning
        C
When he sailed below
         A7sus4
Crossing Wansey lorries on the Thames, 
  D
A route he must know
          G
That will take him off and far away
     C                               A7sus4
They say that he was looking for the coast
                         D
But if he only knew this island 
                    G
Was causing him the most grief!
            C
And can you tell what he's seen? 
            A7sus4
Because the lines upon his face
           D
Are like a map to where he's been
              G
And would you please stop?
    C
The ground and all the buildings I am
A7sus4
Sinking well below, 
     D
I am thinking we must go

       G
To the crowded house
          C
Up on the corner to
              A7sus4          D
Where all the televisions are turned on
           G
And he was famous for a while
          C
Oh what a story, what a style, 
          A7sus4
Till that whale, till that whale
     D
That got lost.

G        C
Man on a boat, where have you been?
  A7sus4   D
I secretly wish I was your friend
     G                 C
Your fish, they're all dead and all you'll find
    A7sus4       D
Are boots on the riverbed that I threw last night.

And it was nine o' clock this morning, 
I was late and I was looking for excuses
When I got there I could say
That instead of typing numbers on a screen
I wish that I could get my rowing boat
And join you on the Thames
But it's just way too green
And quiet life is there surrounding us
The little fringe that keeps us in the zoo.
But it's a trap can't you see?
For all those people who are following us
Up into the shiny boats and trains.

The crowded house
Up on the corner to
Where all the televisions are turned on
And he was famous for a while
Oh what a story, what a style, 
Till that whale, till that whale
That got lost.

Man on a boat, where have you been?
I secretly wish I was your friend
Your fish, they're all dead and all you'll find
Are boots on the riverbed that I threw last night.