Tom: Fm
Cm
A bit of you's the only drug I must abuse
Cm
A bit of you's the only substance I cannot refuse
G# G
When I walk on Spring
[Verse 2]
Cm
Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Cm
Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask, "They sell?"
G# G
When I walk on Spring
[Chorus]
C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7 Fm
And in fact there is just one other problem
A#m C
You live up in Harlem
[Verse 3]
Cm
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
Cm
That came après July on the Upper West Side
G# G
Waiting for the fall
[Verse 4]
Cm
When from the Battery on up to your front door
Cm
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
G# G
Would blow up it all
[Chorus]
C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7 Fm
And in fact there is just one other problem
A#m C
I would have spared Harlem
[2nd Chorus]
D#7 G# F A#m D#
Affections sent, straight to Chekhov, say you need me
A#m G# F
Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
A#m C C7 Fm
No, my daddy said so, "Still outside of Moscow."
[Instrumental]
Fm A#m D# C
Fm A#m D# C
[2nd Chorus]
D#7 G# F A#m D#
Affections sent, straight to Chekhov, say you need me
A#m G# F
Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
A#m C C7 Fm
No, my daddy said so, "Still outside of Moscow."
[Verse 5]
Fm
And so the days creep up to my big final show
Fm
And not a word from you, the hours I must blow
A#m C
So I walk and see
[Verse 6]
Fm
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
Fm
A big old pool of you, zillions I realize
A#m C
And just one of me
[Chorus]
F
Cause there ain't no style
F
No there ain't no style
F
Cause there ain't no style
F7 A#m
And in fact there is just one other problem
D#m F
You've infected Harlem
[Outro]
Fm G# C#
Guess I won't be waiting, several hours
C Fm
Before nightfall for that A train,
C# C F
Just the hiss of the Dune's band playin'.
