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Social Disease Elton John T A B By Baddad
CMy bulldog is barking in the backyarC7d F7Enough to raise a dead man from his grDave CAnd I can't concentrate on what I'm doinG7g DDisturbance going to crucify my daysF Gsus4
And the Cdays they get longer and longer C7 F7And the nightime is a time of little useD For IC just get ugly and oldeG7r DI get juiced on MateusG7 and just hang looseC Chorus AmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morniF7ng AmI get bombed for dinnertime and teaF7 CI dress in rags, smell a lotF, and have a F7real good time I'm a Cgenuine example,, G7 of a social disease C F C
CMy landlady lives in a caravanC7 F7Well that is when she isn't in my armDs CAnd it seems I pay the rent in human kindnesG7s DBut my liquor also helps to grease her palmF Gsus4
CAnd the ladies are all getting wrC7inkles F7And they're falling apart at the seamsD CWell I just get high on tequilG7a DAnd see visions of G7vineyards in my Cdreams
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AmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morniF7ng AmI get bombed for dinnertime and teaF7 CI dress in rags, smell a lotF, and have a reF7al good time I'm a Cgenuine example,,, G7 of a social diseaseC F C
CAnd the ladies are all getting wrC7inkles F7And they're falling apart at the seamsD CWell I just get high on tequilG7a DAnd see visions of G7vineyards in my Cdreams
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AmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morniF7ng AmI get bombed for dinner time and teF7a CI dress in rags, smell a lFot, and have a F7hart of gold I'm Ca genuine exampleG7 ,,, a sociaCl diFseaseC of