| Em | |
| I'm a str | anger in your town |
| Bm | |
| That's the place I bel | ong |
| Em | |
| Laid behind the fr | ame |
| Bm | |
| And the curtain's torn ag | ain |
| Em | |
| A wailing saxoph | one |
| Bm | |
| You know it's all in my s | ong |
| Em | |
| All the sin that I can t | ake |
| Bm | Bm7 | |
| But you don't even know my n | ame |
| Em | Bm | Bm7 | |
| (b | oys and girls) |
| (boys and girls) |
| (boys and girls) |
| You've got no sense of fun |
| But you know I've one |
| All the good has turned to bad |
| And you know what I think of that |
| No time to dream, no time to sigh |
| No time to kill, when love walks by |
| And who's that crying in the street? |
| Death is a friend I've yet to meet |
| (boys and girls) |
| (boys and girls) |
| (boys and girls) |
| (boys and girls) |