(intro)(part A) C F G C Getting hung up all day on smiles F G C Walking down Portobello Road for miles F G Greeting strangers in Indian boots F G Yellow ties and old brown suits Am G Growing old is my only dan - ger (part B) C F G C Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks F G C Lampshades of old antique leather F G Am Nothing looks weird, not even a beard F G Or the boots made out of feathers F C I keep walking miles F C 'til I feel a broom beneath my feet F C Or the hawking eyes G G7 Of an old stuffed bull across the street F G C Nothing's the same if you see it again F G C It'll be broken down to litter F G Am Oh and the clothes everyone knows F G That that dress will never fit her (part C) C F G C (whistling) F G C (whistling) F G Am (more whistling) F F G G G G G G G G G G G G (all strummed downward quickly) (repeat parts a and b and then part a again with the last line) Am G C F G C Growing old is my only dan - ger (outro) (while whistling) E|-----------------------------------------------------------| B|---------1-----1-----0-------------------------------------| G|---------0-----2-----0-------------------------------------| D|------2-----3--------------2-------------------------------| A|---3--------------------3-----3----------------------------| E|------------------3----------------------------------------|hide this tab(while whistling) E|-----------------------------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------------------------| G|-------5-----5-----------4-----5-----5-----5---------------| D|-----------------------------------------------------------| A|----3-----3-----3--3--2-----3-----3-----3------------------| E|-----------------------------------------------------------|