Vicky Verky chords by Squeeze

VICKY VERKY.  by squeeze from argybargy.


Intro:
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     A       D  A   A            D  A
With her hair up in his fingers, The fish and chips smell lingers
 E     A   E    E          A  E
Under amber streetlamps, She holds the law in her hands
  D        G  D    Bm            E  A
The moistness of the damp night, Falls silent through the lamplight
F#m         E  D     Bm        E  A
Although she's only fourteen, She really knows her courting.
A  F#m E (x2)

A         D A    A              D A
And up the railway sidings,  There's him and her They're lying
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Hand in hand they whisper, You're my missus I'm your mister
  D         G D     Bm       E  A
The moon was white and virgin, And she was on the turning
F#m         E  D     Bm          E A
Remember your first nibble, When best friends were so little.
A  F#m E (x2)


   A         D  A   A           D A
They really trooped the colours,  When walking with each other
  E          A  E   E         A  E
And all her mates would giggle,  As ladylike she'd wiggle
  D     G  D     Bm           E  A
All along the high street,  They'd splash out on an ice cream
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He'd sometimes really treat her, when he'd done his mother's meter
A   F#m E (x2)



   A       D  A   A          D   A
Well he went off to Borstal,  He said that he was forced to
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Rob the flats of Hi Fi's Cuz she was ill and she would cry
   D        G  D  Bm          E  A
Each morning she got sicker, Her mother sometimes hit her
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If she'd have known the story, She would have been so sorry
A   F#m E (x2)


(MID 8)

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He received a letter and admitted it

There was nothing else to do but to get rid of it
Bm                           D              E
Lonely in his dormitory He'd sit and stare, Is this for real, and is it really fair…

Interlude:
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E  A E  C#m  F# B  G#m  F# E C#m F# B


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Summer came so they went,  Down to the coast in his tent
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She cooked upon his primer, And sampled local cider
  E        A  E   C#m         F#   B
She told him in his rucksack, I think I want that chance back
  G#m      F# E   C#m     F#  B
To be perhaps the one who, Will forever love you
  G#m      F# E     C#m     F#  B