Weekend In Paradise

	  		

Intro: 
D  E  A  E 
D  E  A  E 

Chorus: 
      D 
The wheels have fallen off 
D  E 
It also signs of endin’ 
  E     A                    A     E 
You’ve had enough for hours but ya?carried?on pretendin’ 
E    D 
Ya shoes?have lost their shine 
 D   E 
The convo’s lost?it’s pace 
E   A                    A       E 
So now you’re in a taxi feelin’ feelings of disgrace 
   E    D                    D       E 
You’ve never got no money ’cause of all the times ya lend 
          A 
Was it a pointless three day bender 
       E             E         A     A   A 
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend? 


Verse: 
      A 
The spring is in his step on Friday afternoon 
           E 
There’s a feelin’ sweepin’ through the air 
         D 
All the lads are on the blower, they’ll be finishin’ soon 
         E 
In your mind you’re already prepared 

       A 
I’ll phone me man for sugar then I’ll phone our kid 
              E 
‘Cause he’ll cover it til I get paid 
             D 
Then you’re out with all the firm an’ you’re off ya lid 
      E 
Only confident, never afraid 

     A 
The night draws to a close and now there’s nowhere to go 
    E 
Ya turn an’ look at one of ya mates 
           D 
There’s a lad he know from work and he lives alone 
    D         E                      E 
So it’s more sugar an’ a couple o’ crates 


BREAK: 
F#m               F#m   E                  E     D               D      E 
Well is it one of the times when it’s all worthwhile and you’ve had a scream? 
E F#m              F#m    D 
  Or is it burning your bridges at both ends 
D  A                             E        E 
  Same old scene since you were seventeen? 


Chorus: 
N.C.         D 
Ah now the wheels have fallen off 
   E 
It also signs of endin’ 
        A                          E 
You’ve had enough for hours but ya?carried?on pretendin’ 
     D 
Ya shoes?have lost their shine 
     E 
The convo’s lost?it’s pace 
    A                            E 
So now you’re in a taxi feelin’ feelings of disgrace 
        D                   D        E 
You’ve never got no money ’cause of all the times ya lend 
          A 
Was it a pointless three day bender 
       E             E         A     A   A 
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend? 


Verse: 
 A 
Some can handle it no more 
A  E                 E 
  Some’ll do it forever 
  E       D 
Spend ya weeks walkin‘ round with ya head to the floor 
    E 
No time for the news or the weather 

A                         A E                    E 
Ya first pint on a Friday,  ya last gin on a Sunday mornin’ 
        D 
And it all creeps up on ya in between 
     E                           A 
No reasons why, no early warnin’ 


BREAK: 
F#m                     E                  E     D               D      E 
Well is it one of the times when it’s all worthwhile and you’ve had a scream? 
 E 
That’s alright 
E F#m              F#m    D 
  Or is it burning your bridges at both ends 
D  A                             E        E 
  Same old scene since you were seventeen? 


Chorus: 
N.C.         D 
Ah now the wheels have fallen off 
   E 
It also signs of endin’ 
        A                          E 
You’ve had enough for hours but ya?carried?on pretendin’ 
     D 
Ya shoes?have lost their shine 
     E 
The convo’s lost?it’s pace 
    A                            E 
So now you’re in a taxi feelin’ feelings of disgrace 
        D                   D        E 
You’ve never got no money ’cause of all the times ya lend 
          A 
Was it a pointless three day bender 
       E                       A                  A 
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?  (backward strum of A chord)