E          B              E       B
I do nothing at all and let my legs go fizzy
  E            B             E        B
I don’t do any good turns, I might go dizzy
      E        B              E        B
I’m a jet-foil skipper with a nautical growl
E            B       E        B
Reprimanding on-tour drum technicians.

E  B  (x4)

   E              B              E         B
We stand round in bus queues and die in midweek
    E       B            E             B
And even on clear days I can’t see the point
      E          B            E             B
But I wake up in places where jugglers have mates
    E           B             E        B    B
And Sylvian and Fripp discuss whippets.

E  B  (x4)

E              B              E         B
Pumped full of smack and with more to inject
E           B            E       B
Come up and meet the new genius elect
      E              B          E         B
Who’s slumped in the corner for maximum effect
         E              B            E          B      C
Girl, he should spend a week being a Nordic ski widow.


C  F  C  F G