Intro: A Em D Dm F#dim Amaj7 D E Verse 1: A Em D Dm Back at the house, a bottle is found F#dim Amaj7 D E And opened in honour of those who have drowned Bdim Em D G While we who have not are stricken with guilt F Bb6 E And dutifully see that not one drop is spilt A Em D Dm We're drinking to life we're drinking to death F#dim Amaj7 D E We're drinking 'til none of our livers are left Bdim Em D G We're winding our way down to the spirit store F Bb6 E A Em D Dm We'll drink till we just can't drink anymore
Refrain: F#dim Amaj7 D E A Em D Dm Raise your glasses high, F#dim E D E A drink the cellar dry Verse 2: A Em D Dm Well, bloody my nose and blacken my eye F#dim Amaj7 D E If it ain't some young Turk in search of a fight Bdim Em D G And Chanticleer's chest is sagging with pride F Bb6 E For honour has yet to be satisfied A Em D Dm Well, Heaven be thanked we live in an age F#dim Amaj7 D E When no man need bother except on the stage Bdim Em D G With "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" F Bb6 G# And definitely not tonight Bridge: Fm I can still remember C# When I was just a kid Eb I was free to do what I wanted to Cm But I never, ever did C# So now with years of discretion reached C# May we not forget Bb "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité" Eb For there's life in the Old World yet! G# Fm There'll always be an England C# Eb An Ireland and a France Cm C# A Liechtenstein and Finland Bb E Eb And we have only one chance Pre-Chorus: G# Earnest young man with an unhealthy tan Fm Puts a drink in my hand and says "I understand C# You're in search of the place to continue the chase Eb Of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case that you Cm All come with me to my place by the sea C# Where the glasses shall be overflowing with free Bb Alcoholic delights and free love if you like E For what point has this life If you can't realise A Em D Dm Your dreams?" Refrain: F#dim Amaj7 D E A Em D Dm Oh, raise your glasses high F#dim Amaj7 D E And drink the town dry Verse 3: A Em D Dm We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense F#dim Amaj7 D E We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink elephants Bdim Em D G Inside our heads inside our beds F Bb6 E Inside the threads of our pyjama legs A Em D Dm So don't shoot til you see the reds of our eyes F#dim Amaj7 D E And an army of elephants marching behind Bdim Em D G From the day I was born till the night I will die F Bb6 E A All my lovers will be pink and elephantine
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