Tom: D
Em D Em
Fergus Laing is a beast of a man
G A Em
He stitches up and fleeces
D Em
He wants to manicure the world
G A Em
And sell it off in pieces
G
He likes to build his towers high
A
He blocks the sun out of the sky
Hm A
In the penthouse the champagne's dry
Em
And slightly gassy
[Verse 2]
Em D Em
Fergus Laing, he works so hard
G A Em
As busy as a bee is
D Em
Fergus Laing has seventeen friends
G A Em
All as dull as he is
G
His seventeen friends have seventeen wives
A
All the perfect shape and size
Hm A
They wag their tails and bat their eyes
Em
Just like Lassie
[Chorus]
A
Fergus Laing he builds and builds
Em
Yet small is his erection
A
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair
Em D
When the wind's in the right direction
C H7
the wind's in the right direction
[Verse 3]
Em D Em
Fergus Laing and his seventeen friends
G A Em
They live inside a bubble
D Em
There they withdraw and shut the door
G A Em
At any sign of trouble
G
Should the peasants wail and vent
A
And ask him where the money went
Hm A
He'll simply say, it's all been spent
Em
On being classy
[Verse 4]
Em D Em
Fergus' buildings reach the sky
G A Em
Until you cannot see 'em
D Em
He thinks the old stuff he pulls down
G A Em
Belongs in a museum
G
His own fair home is on the Park
A
an airy jewel, a city ark
Hm A
Hung with Picasso, hung with Braque
Em
but nothing brassy
[Chorus]
A
Fergus Laing he builds and builds
Em
Yet small is his erection
A
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair
Em D
When the wind's in the right direction
C H7 Em
the wind's in the right direction
[Alternate Verse 4]
G
His fits are famous on the scene
A
The shortest fuse, so cruel, so mean
Hm A
But don't call him a drama queen
Em
Like Shirley Bassey
[Chorus]
Em D Em
Fergus Laing he flaunts the law
G A Em
But one day he'll be wired
D Em
And as they drag him off to jail
G A Em
We'll all shout, "You're fired!"
