[Intro] C  Bb  F  C
        C  Bb  F  C

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
G   F                 C
Ah, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

     C
The singer in the band, you know, 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

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
G   F                 C
Ah, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

                 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