Peter brophy Unknown
and a [Em]walking cane, all feel real.[D]
The monocled fa[Am]ce with the kno[G6]wing eye, see it all go by, but you don't care.
[Em] [D] [Am]You dance, you prance and sing with the jew, who knows your face from a diff'rent place
but yo[C]u don't care, you just don't care.[G]
[Gm7] [C]Found down and out feeling fine, drinking bottles of American wine
yo[Am]u don't care, you just don't car[G]e.
[Gm7] [C] 2.)
Lift the cracked old cup to your mouth
a[Em]nd toast the feet that walk the s[D]treet, from North to South.
Walking kitten on a leash you smil[Am]e, a bow, a quick "how[G6] now brown cow".
Yo[Em]u don't care if the vicar's ha[D]ir is falling out, do you still gott[Am]a be about,
you do[C]n't care, you just don't care.[G]
Brown hot c[Gm7]ross buns in the bake[C]ry window
h[Am]aving fun with the sausage roll that[G]'s underdone.
You don't care, you don't car[Gm7]e, you don't car[C]e, you don't care 4 x (fade)
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