Songs / Lyrics
The Skylark
12/8 //Dm7 Dm7(G) / Cmaj7 Fmaj7/
Bm7sus4 E / Am Cmaj7 //
'You've won!' claims my mail
I don't know what's the prize
I've just got to phone them
I start to think twice
My best reading glasses
And a microscope, too
Reveal '£1.50 a minute;
£10 and you're through.'
I might win a fortune
A Rover or Merc
Or maybe a Biro
That won't even work
The people who sent this
Claim they've got a career.
(We steal from the poorest
but won't make it clear).
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3/4
I wake the next day
Reborn, so it seems
I'm clothed all in feathers
And live by a stream
The junk mail is shredded
To help line my nest
If you think this is good news
Just wait for the best!
Though my home is quite basic
Made of straw, twigs and hay
I live closer to heaven
And I sing every day
'You've won!' claims my mail
Now I know what's the score
I've just got to phone them
But I won't anymore