Reincarnation chords by Victoria Wood

Intro:
Cm                   Ab
Well, I'm sorry God, I have to say,
Fm                                      G
That having just one life per person is not enough. Not enough.:
Cm                   Ab
I would like to live more times than this,
Fm                                      G
If you don't agree then tough. T-U-ough.:
Ab                              Eb
There are other lives going on, I haven't lived,
Fm                                        G
And this gives me a sense of frustration. Frustration - frustration - frust, ra, a, a.:
Ab                                             Eb
I'm not too bothered about being Mary Queen of Scots or Joan of Ark,
F                                  Bb
All I'm after is Twentieth Century Reincarnation.

Chorus:
Eb                 Bb
I want to keep coming back,
Cm                 G
And trying a different track;
Ab                 Eb                 Cm                 Bb
I want to go round and round, 'cos I never feel I've got things right.
Eb                 Bb
It isn't a proper scheme,
Cm                 G
I just want to let off steam;
Ab                 Eb                 Cm                 Bb
We all have to have a dream, and I'll be following my dream tonight.

Verse:
Eb                 Bb
I want to be Mrs Pew,
Cm                 G
And live in an avenue;
Ab                 Eb                 Cm                 Bb
I want to have bing-bong chimes and a bathroom with a champagne suite.
Eb                 Bb
In my candlewick dressing grown,
Cm                 G
I want to put Harpic down;
Ab                 Eb                 Cm                 Bb
If my ironing smells quite fresh then my happiness will be complete.

Chorus:
D
I'll wear an apron when I chop my veggies;
G
Have tiny cactus on the window ledges;
C
Have a rollerblind with scalloped edges;
F      E                Eb
I will never use a Wok, so;
D
I'd prefer to stick to Mrs Beaton;
G
Have a hob that I can then re-heat on;
C
Use my toaster with the ears of wheat on;
F      Bb
I will do a lot with Oxo.

Verse:
Eb           Bb
I want to be Martin Jones,
Cm             G
A salesman for mobile phones;
Ab              Eb                  Cm                       Bb
I want to shake hands a lot, sit in winebars while I make my sales.
Eb               Bb
I want to drink warm Rose,
Cm          G
Keep saying "no way, Jose";
Ab            Eb                    Cm                          Bb
And live in a Docklands flat with a mortgage that's the size of Wales.

Chorus:
D
I'll keep my bottle when the market's crashing;
G
Be super cool when profits take a bashing;
C
I'll cross the crossing when the green man's flashing;
F     E          Eb
I'm a devil on a Zebra;
D
I'll meet a girl and feel a good vibration;
G
Buy her flowers as a nice flirtation;
C
Three carnations from a petrol station;
F        Bb
Take her for an aquilibre.

Verse:
Eb           Bb
I want to be Pauline Park,
Cm             G
And work as an invoice clerk;
Ab            Eb            Cm                          Bb
I want to eat lean cuisine, even though I'm eight stone three;
Eb                Bb
I'll sit and I'll fantasise,
Cm                   G
About cruel men with piercing eyes;
Ab                  Eb                  Cm                     Bb
Then I'll microwave two mince pies and have them with a cup of tea.

Chorus:
D
I'll watch a thriller if it's not too gory;
G
A mini-series if I like the story;
C
I think there ought to be more Nana Mouskori;
F        E              Eb
No, I'll never have the news on;
D
Doctor Scholl will be my favourite sandal;
G
Higher heels than that, I cannot handle;
C
Saw Barry Mannilow and held my candle;
F       Bb
Wax was running down my blouson.

Verse:
Eb           Bb
I want to be Vera Paige,
Cm          G
A dame of a certain age;
Ab             Eb                 Cm                          Bb
I want to have big red lips and a cleavage that would drown a mouse;
Eb             Bb
I want to call all men swine,
Cm           G
Wear visible panty-line;
Ab                 Eb              Cm                    Bb
Have sing-songs on British wine, I always have it in the house.

Chorus:
D
I'll be known in all the pubs and chip shops;
G
Dangly jewellery and sequin zip tops;
C
Tracksuit bottoms and stiletto flip-flops;
F       E             Eb
I'll be really in the groove, eh?
D
Never take a bus if I can cab it;
G
Offer me a bit of life, I'll grab it;
C
My libido would defeat a rabbit;
F        Bb
And I'll never change the duvet.

Verse:
Eb           Bb
I want to be Eileen Gum,
Cm                G
Who calls herself just a mum;
Ab             Eb                   Cm                      Bb
I want to have three big lads and a husband who I've driven nuts;
Eb                Bb
I'll struggle and sacrifice,
Cm                G
To make sure they have things nice;
Ab                  Eb                  Cm                 Bb
I'll give them such good advice they'll absolutely hate my guts.

Chorus:
D
I'll make them bags that they can take their pumps in;
G
I'll knit pyjamas they can have their mumps in;
C
My mashed potato will have big grey lumps in;
F        E               Eb
I'll control each family member;
D
Make them gather round the Christmas table;
G
And eat until to move they are unable;
C
They'll wish that Joseph never found that stable;
F           Bb
I'll put my sprouts on in November.

Outro:
Eb             Bb
I think it's a giant con,
Cm              G
We can't all be everyone;
Ab           Eb                    Cm                   Bb
I want to go round and round, just living every life in sight.
Eb         Bb
It isn't a proper scheme,
Cm             G
I just want to let off steam;
Ab             Eb            Cm                    Bb
We all have to have a dream, and I'll be following my dream...
Bb
Following my dream...
Bb