Written by Alex Turner
Intro Bb9 Am B7 Dm Bb Bb9 Am Am B7 Dm Am Your grandfather's guitar B7 Dm Thinking about how funny I must look Am Trying to adjust to what's been there all along B7 Dm Am With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos D7 C#º F#m But it ain't a holiday until D Am You go to fetch something from the car Am Travel size champagne cork pops B7 And we're sweeping for bugs Dm Am In some dusty apartment, the what's-it-called café B7 Dm Am You can arrive at 11 and have lunch with the English D7 C#º F#m But it ain't a holiday until D They force you to make a wish F They say: Climb up this Em A Bm And: Jump off that E Bb And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back ( Am B7 Dm Am D7 ) D7 C#º F#m No, it ain't a holiday until D Am You go up to fetch something from the car
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