| C7 | |
| Hello city . . . |
| G | D | |
| Another nig | ht at the Palace, |
| C | C7 | G | D | C | Cadd9 | |
| 'cause there is | nothing else to | do. | (Whoa, who | a) |
| G | D | |
| The same people, the | same drinks |
| C | |
| and the | same music, |
| C7 | |
| the same quicksand. |
| G | D | C | |
| I think this h | arbour town is wai | st |
| Cm7 | |
| deep and sinking fast | . |
| CHORUS: |
| G | D | C | |
| Hello ci | ty, Y | ou've found |
| C7 | G | D | C | Cadd9 | |
| an ene | my in me. (Whoa, | whoa, whoa, w | hoa) |
| G | D | C | C7 | |
| Hello ci | ty, (H | ello city,) hell | o city. |
| G | D | |
| Second nig | ht at the Warehouse, |
| C | C7 | G | D | C | C7 | |
| and my mock turt | leneck just reek | s. (Whoa | , whoa) |
| G | D | |
| >From the liquor room to | the changeroom |
| C | C7 | G | |
| to the doom and gloom of | the hotel room, |
| D | |
| I wish this se | aside beerhall would |
| C | Cm7 | |
| sink into the ba | y. |
| CHORUS |
| Maybe I caught you at a bad time, |
| maybe I should call you back next week, |
| maybe half the fault was mine that |
| the sun didn't shine on Barrington Street. |
| G | D | C | |
| It's three o'cl | ock in the morning, |
| C7 | G | D | C | Cadd9 | |
| and I'm hu | ngry so let's e | at. | (Whoa, wh | oa) |
| G | D | |
| Climb down three flights to | the streetlights |
| C | C7 | G | |
| and the barfights, w | e're just taking in the sig | hts. |
| D | C | Cm7 | |
| I hope tomorrow t | hat I wake up in | my own bed. |
| CHORUS |
| G | |
| What a good place to be, |
| D | |
| don't belie | ve them, |
| C | |
| 'Cause they spea | k a different language |
| C7 | G | |
| and it's | never been happy for me | . (It's happy hour |
| D | C | Cadd9 | |
| again, who | a, who | a) |
| GD | G | D | C | C7 | |
| It's Happy Hour agai | n. (Who | a, whoa | ) |
| G | D | |
| Hello ci | ty, |
| C | Cm7 | G | |
| hello | city. |