Tonalité : A major•
Verse 1
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D
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That juggler was too near a tent
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D
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God I hate them
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My friend at his tent, let her tell,
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Bm
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D
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tell your sweet
Forty- five and thirty- three,
forty- five and thirty- three
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Sounded much groovier that way
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D
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This freak came over with
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a callaghan splutter
Bm
He was making tea,
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D
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but with the tea he had a cough up
F#
He said, you should have been at the
Oregon
State
Fair
You ain't seen nothing if
you weren't there
You were sinking in the mud,
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thought you would have shot up
Bm
There was a bubble man, right above her, and then another one,
G
and then he'd blow smoke
D
Inside of the straw
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And there was the
Reverend
Lee
He was a performing dog,
but he just sat there and was supposed to jump through a ring of
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Fire and didn't do anything
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and everyone laughed
Bm
There was the paramounts of fun
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There their acrobats, and their drones,
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and you know the blokes that tell you best
Pictures
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And their slaves and squirrels
F#
and everything
Forty- five and thirty- three
Forty- five and thirty- three
Thank
God we miss the sixties
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