Tom: E
A B C#m E
Go ask an old man, see what he's got to say
A B C#m
Don't as your teachers, they weren't much good anyway
F#m B E A
Nothing really matters, as time drifts on by
F#m B E
Its a drop in the ocean, a shot in the sky.
Don't stray from the narrow, keep your hands clean
Seems very silly, if you know what I mean
You worry and worry, never really know why
Wake up in the morning, as trams roll on by
I have a love, so I can't complain
For me there's no other, we play silly games
Though she is not here, I'm never alone
She lives in my pocket, and inside the phone
I'm going to Scotland, that's where I'm from
I'll probably not stay there, cause its not very warm
We followed our father, cause father knows best
With rhyme and good reason
And my wheezing chest
So go ask an old man, see what he's got to say.
If he falls in the gutter, be on your way
Nothing really matters, as time drifts on by
You give your love presents, you laugh and you cry.
