Tom: Ebm
Ebmaj7
What, me worry? I
Gm7
never do
Ab
I'm always amused
Bb7
and amusing you.
Ebmaj7
Sans le fear of
Gm7
impending doom
Ab
life is like banquet food
Bb7
pleasures to paruse.
Db
Do I amuse you dear?
Dbm
Would you think me queer if while
Cm7
standing be-
B
-side you, I
Bbm
opted in-
A Ab G
-stead to disappear,
Gb F
disappear...
Ebmaj7
In no hurry
Gm7
I'll sing my tune,
Ab
all my skies the hue
Bb7
of a ruddy bruise.
Ebmaj7
In my finest
Gm7
threads couture,
Ab
I'll call up my favorite muse for a
Bb7
drink half full or two.
Db
Have I absued you, dear?
Dbm
You have had it to here, you say
Cm7
"love is just a
B
bloodmatch to
Bbm A
see who endures lash
Ab G
after lash
Gb F
with panache..."
Ebmaj7
In the spring, I dust
F7
off my lute
Bb7
stuff my
F7
suitcase
Abm7
full of blues, and I
Ab
stir the dust und-
B
-erneath the thrust of
Cm7
my click-
Db
-ing heels, c'est la
Ab
vie
B Db Ebmaj7
Ebmaj7
What, me worry? I
Gm7
never do.
Ab
Life is one charming ruse
Bb7
for us lucky few.
Db
Have I fooled you dear?
Dbm
The time it's coming near when I'll
Cm7
give you my
B
hand and I'll
Bbm
say "it's been
A
grand, but I’m
Ab G
out of here."
Gb F
I'm out of here...
