Tom: A
 
A                       A7M
Wake up on sunday morning and everything feels so boring
G                  D/F#
Is that where it ends live your life through a lens
 
Verse: (p.m.)
D
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black 
F
she shouldn`t wear this he shouldn`t wear that
C                         G                          A*
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
D 
Fashion tardis down at quo vadis 
  F
who laughs the longest who drives the hardest       
C                       G                             D
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
 
Bridge:
F#m                   F               E         
Just because I ain`t double barelled don`t mean 
    D#               D               C#
I haven`t travelled well, can`t you tell!
F#m             F          E                 D#           D         A
Oh no it`s quite appaling your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
 
Chorus:
( A )                     A7M
Wake up on Sunday morning and everything feels so boring
G                    D/F#
Is that where it ends with your life through a lens
A                                A7M
And now your boyfriend`s suspicious so go home and wash the dishes
Bm  Bm/A       E   G   D       A
And wash them well so he can`t tell
 
Verse:

She`s looking real drab just out of rehab

I`m talking football she`s talking ab fab

Your clothes are very kitch just because your daddy is rich

You sound so funny with your voice all plummy

Now your cheque`s just bounced better run to your mummy

And you know it`s a class act she`ll never ask for it back
 
Bridge:
F#m                   F               E            
Just because I ain`t double barelled don`t mean 
    D#               D               C#
I haven`t travelled well, can`t you tell!
 
Chorus:
A                       A7M
Mix with the local gentry and don`t crash Tarquin`s Bentley
G                 D/F#
I`ll take the bends with our life thru a lens
A                                 A7M
You`re scared of the poor and needy is that why you`re all inbreedy? 
Bm     Bm/A        E  G      D        A
They`re just like you, they need love too
 
Zw.Spiel:    
A7M    G     F  (p m )
 

Chorus:
A                       A7M
Wake up on Sunday morning and everything feels so boring
G                   D/F#
Is that where it ends with your life through a lens
A                                 A7M
And now your boyfriend`s suspicious so go home and wash the dishes
G                 D/F#
And wash them well so he can`t tell
 
Outro:
A  A7M   G   F  G  A*