A               E                F               E  
    I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind.

A            E                F               E
 I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind,
A            E               F      E
 I’d like to rescue her from unicyclists,
              A                 E
Come on, come on, come on, come on
           F            E
Come on, begone futon begone,
           Bm               F            E          A  F E (x2)
Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream.


A          E                F           E
 A growing trend for people nowadays to say
A              E            F           E
 “Don’t let my funeral be morose in any way”
   A     E         F           E
I, I, I, I, I will always hate them
          Bm                 F              E      A  F E (x4)
I ask you now please Rock of Ages Cleft for Me.


G#m         D                  A
  The forty-third brown sign today
           D              A
Tells me I could be on my way
             B             E
To England’s crudest water wheel:
           A              D
I’d rather take the bridleway
            A                 D
The one you turned down yesterday
           A                B             E
To be with he who rules the roost at barbecues.


A         E               A
 Too many psychopaths, oo-ooh
           E               D              A
Not enough cycle paths, oo-ooh,oo-ooh, oo-ooh.
         E               A
Too many psychopaths, oo-ooh
           E               D               A
Not enough cycle paths, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh.
D               A
Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
D       E       A
Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh...........