One (G)morning when the toast was burnt and the (C)milk was slightly (G)sour,
(C)I was feeling (G)like the....
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One (G)morning when the toast was burnt and the (C)milk was slightly (G)sour,
(C)I was feeling (G)like the milk when the (D7)postman hit the (D)door,
I (G)jumped onto my own two feet and (C)one foot of my (G)cat,
And I (C)knew by the way she (G)scrabbed my leg, that (D7)she did not like (D)that.
The (G)postman had some envelopes in (C)various shades of (G)brown,
With (C)little see-through (G)panels where my (D7)name was written (D)down,
He (G)seemed to understand my thoughts as he (C)quickly ran a(G)way,
(C)I went back to the (G)smouldering toast and (D7)here’s what I dit (G)say. – Oh!
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(G)Mortgages and overdrafts they (C)really get me (G)down,
(C)V.A.T. and (G)income tax would (D)make a angel frown,
I’ve (G)been to the banks of the Ohio I’ve (C)danced on the banks of the (G)Nile,
But the (C)tightest bank in (G)this whole world is (D7)where I must go (G)now.
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G-G-G
You (G)may be inter-ested or (C)interested to (G)know,
That (C)never were the (G)inter-est or (D7)interest rates so (D)low,
At (G)least that’s what the adverts said but the (C)Manager said (G)”NO!”
(C)”Things are getting (G)tight”, he said, a(D7)bout ten times or (D)so,
Well I (G)tried to make it clear to him that I (C)wasn’t Ronald (G)Biggs,
Or (C)even John De (G)Lorean in an (D7)optimistic (D)wig,
But he (G)just kept saying “Things are tight” and his (C)lips were tight as (G)well,
As he (C)tightly closed the (G)door behind me, (D7)here’s what I did (G)yell – Oh!
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D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G-G-G
Well the (G)next bank that I went to, I (C)tried to be more (G)frank,
I (C)said that money (G)lent to me was as (D7)save as in the (D)bank
“If (G)that’s the case” the Manager said, “we’ll (C)keep the dough right (G)here,
And we’ll (C)all sleep better (G)every night” he (D7)whispered in my (D)ear.
Now the (G)bank that gives me credit, I’ll (C)give them credit, (G)too,
I (C)need a little (G)overdraft that would (D7)last a year or (D)two,
Sure (G)banks are legal robbers, and the (C)rich all live in (G)debt,
And the (C)poor don’t owe a (G)penny so per(D7)haps I’ll be rich (G)yet. – Oh!
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And the (C)tightest bank in (G)this whole world is (D7)where I must go (G)now.
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G
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Song : The Mortgage Song
Singer: Colum Sands
Lyrics: Colum Sands