(part A)
CFGC
Getting hung up all day on smiles
FGC
Walking down Portobello Road for miles
FG
Greeting strangers in Indian boots
FG
Yellow ties and old brown suits
AmG
Growing old is my only dan - ger
(part B)
CFGC
Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks
FGC
Lampshades of old antique leather
FGAm
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
FG
Or the boots made out of feathers
FC
I keep walking miles
FC
'til I feel a broom beneath my feet
FC
Or the hawking eyes
GG7
Of an old stuffed bull across the street
FGC
Nothing's the same if you see it again
FGC
It'll be broken down to litter
FGAm
Oh and the clothes everyone knows
FG
That that dress will never fit her
(part C) CFGC
(whistling)
FGC
(whistling)
FGAm
(more whistling)
FFGGGGGGGGGGGG
(all strummed downward quickly)
(repeat parts a and b and then part a again with the last line)
AmGCFGC
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----------------------------------------|