Tom: Am
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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.
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