Airport Piano chords by Tim Minchin
Guitar chords with lyrics
Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
Verse 1:
Dm
I wrote this song on an airport piano
Dm Gm
I was the guy disturbing your journey from security
Gm
To gate twenty-three A
Bb C
Maybe you noticed me
Dm
I wrote this song cos I had a spare hour
Dm Gm/D
I was delayed trying to get back to my babies in Sydney
Gm Bb C
And I noticed the keys so I’m writing a song
Singin’
Chorus:
F Am
Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable
Dm
I don’t know why they’re so sad
Bb
Maybe it’s the calories they coulda had
C F
Filling them up with regret
F
And men in cafes in ski resorts
Am
Trying to connect with their sons
Dm
Look like they just wanna hit ‘em
Bb C Dm Dm/C Dm/B
I mean I’m sure that they dig ‘em underneath all the gear
Bridge:
Dm Dm/C Dm/B
A young man in Air Jordans
Bb Am
Just left me five dollars on the piano
C
Whattaya know
Verse 2:
Dm
I always hated those airport pianos
Dm Gm
Should be a law saying playing the theme from Beverly Hills Cop
Bb C
Will get one of your hands chopped off
Dm
I wrote this song on an airport piano
Dm
I’m out of time I just need one more little rhyme
Gm
I gotta board that plane
Gm
They’re calling my name
Bb C
So I’m writing a song
Singin’
Chorus:
F Am
Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable
Dm
Or is it only the Botox
Bb
They stick in their face to keep their looks from slipping
C F
They’re kicking the can down the road
F
And men in mansions on cul-de-sacs
Am
Having their midlife affairs
Dm
With the wife of a banker
Bb
While the banker is banging Bianca
C Dm Dm/C Dm/B
But sadly they’re still gonna die
Bridge:
Dm Dm/C Dm/B
A guy buying Subway
Bb
Anxiously digs through his cabin bag
Am C
Smiles when his wallet is found
Dm Dm/C Dm/B
Pays for his six-inch
Dm Dm/C
Then forgets that his bag is unzipped
Dm/B Bb
So the contents of it is disgorged
F C
And a jar of Viagra spills onto the ground
So it goes
Chorus:
F Am
Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable
Dm
And I know why they’re so sad
Bb
They thought they’d be happier than they were in their Fords
C
But now they’re bored of their Porsches
F
And they’re looking for more, they’re out there shopping for more
Am
And their husband’s so fat in his new Lycra shorts
Dm
Trying to peddle his way back to ninety-four
Bb C
Trying to wind back the clock to before, to before
F
They had this boat and this house and this buy-to-let mortgage
Am
To before they had bought all the things that they thought
Dm
Would fill up the hole but the goal keeps receding
Bb C
And his hair is receding there’s this book he’s been reading for
F
Six months but the words just swim round the pages
Am
And god it’s been ages since they made love
Dm Bb
And the kids are on drugs with their ADHD and their anxiety
C
And their music is shit
F
And the time just keeps slipping away
Am
But I’m sitting here playing and singing and they are calling my name
Dm
Cos your flight’s gotta go when your flight’s gotta go
Bb C F
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