Fake Book

Am G Bb C F

Am G Bb C

Am G Bb C F

"Quick, some redhots," cried the handsome fullback

I'm so nervous at this lonely bivouac

All the men have long since gone to bed

Em7 Am F C G G7 F C

Once again explaining why in this chamber it's always raining

D

And the roaring of the lamb

Bb F Eb

Brought my friends out in the rain

F Eb Am7

Now nobody's quite the same

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No one's to blame

There's a fight reported in the wash-dry

Smartly Gene refused to share his moon-pie

What a shame they start them off so young

Who's to blame for this one?

Who'll pay the prefect the day they miss one?

And the roaring of the lamb

Then revealed its awesome powers

And the minutes turned to hours

No one's the same

Brandon’s baby broke for Eastern Parkway

Red kimono torn and soaked in salt spray

Very chic, this wild thing on the run

Magnifique, beguiling Mel Bly’s daughter

But no one's smiling

And the roaring of the lamb

Brought my friends out in the rain

Now nobody's quite the same

No one's to blame