From 'Cool For Cats', 1979 D5 D5 She used to a topless down at the Surrey docks, F5 With tassles on her wotsits, she did a t'riffic job, D5 Bb5 Bb5 A5 C#5 C#5 Eb5 Of raising all the eyebrows, of every lunchtime mob. F5 She went with all the tossers, who kick about a ball, A5 They say their club's the greatest and she has kissed them all, F5 C#5 C#5 C5 D5 At the Arndale Centre, she's up against the wall. D5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 D5 A5 I can't name names cos that's not cricket, D5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 D5 A5 I can't name names that would put me in it, Bb5 F5 E5 A5 But that's another story in the finish. D5 I saw them at the pictures, a tangled heap of love, F5 He had so many women, but only classy stuff. D5 Bb5 Bb5 A5 C#5 C#5 Eb5 I saw him at the clinic, a pink card up his cuff F5 One holiday in Bognor, a stag night hit the town, A5 The groom was in the car park, with his trousers down, F5 C#5 C#5 C5 D5 But that's another story that won't be going round. D5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 D5 A5 I can't name names cos that's not cricket, D5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 D5 A5 I can't name names that would put me in it. Bb5 F5 E5 A5 But that's another story in the finish. D5 F5 D5 Bb5 A5 C#5 Eb5 F5 A5 F5 C#5 C5 D5 D5 The Deptford had a beano, to Southend for the night, F5 With forty crates of lager, to see the Southend lights, D5 Bb5 Bb5 A5 C#5 C#5 Eb5 They got home for their breakfast, pissed out of their minds. F5 This girl gave me the minces, so I asked her for a dance, A5 And in the death I kissed, and so I took a chance, F5 C#5 C#5 C5 D5 And when I went to touch her, she tried to break my arm. D5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 D5 A5 I can't name names cos that's not cricket, D5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 D5 A5 I can't name names that would put me in it. Bb5 F5 E5 A5 But that's another story in the finish. A5 D5 A5 'Know what I mean, eh? Bob?'
