Unpublished Critics

	  		Intro: (C Bb F) 2X

I'm just a 
C
shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
          Bb              
I'm in a overcoarted way  
F   
   A poet in a garret
              C
You know some people say
C
Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl
             Bb
I'm with the other lean and lear
                 F
My finger on the pulse
       C
And my hand around a beer
G   F           C
Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know what's going round here
G   F                C
Ah, Ahh, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light
C   F                C
Ah, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

C
The singer in the band, he sweat on a pose
         Bb
And he's really such a jerk
                      F
Thinks he can call me stupid
           C
Because he gets a lot of work
    C
I'm standing in the background, got my arms on the fold
          Bb
And every dog's gonna have it's day
F                                 C
   The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.

(Refrão)

                C
Well, I've been reading those biographies in paperback
           Bb
I've got a death-wish that I can't explain
F
  I've been working on the petulance
        C
And the urchin took my name

(Refrão)