1966 And All That Cifras

Am
We sat and decided as the seasons collided
     Em                   Am
That our love was purely utopian
 
If it wasn’t for my pills, my psychiatric bills
    Em                 Am
And your unreliable fallopian.
 
Then I guessed we’d be fine, embraced on cloud nine
 Em                       Am
Emotionally impossible to sever
 
You’d turn around quickly and ever so sickly
    Em                       Am
I’d tell you I’d love you forever.
 
   Em                    Am
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Em                 Am
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
    Em                           Am
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
   Em                    Am
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Em                    Am
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you.
 
Am
And you know it’s a shame but we were never the same
     Em                     Am
On account of your stupid amnesia
 
Through teardrops I stare at the wall that’s now bare
      Em                       Am
And I reach for the Milk of Magnesia.
 
And I’ll die on the floor and leave a note on the door
        Em                        Am
Saying “This ape has just left Gibraltar”
 
And in hell it will rain and I’ll say once again
         Em                       Am
That I’d stand next to you at the altar.
 
   Em                    Am
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Em                 Am
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
    Em                           Am
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
   Em                    Am
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Em                    Am
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you. With boots on.
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