Elton John

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A                 E       F#m                 A
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
Bm     A             E           Asus4/G            D/F#
And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up
A                               E       F#m              A
And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs
Bm     C#m         D        Bm       E    D/E
When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney

A                     E            F#m            A
Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend
Bm    C#m    D      E    Asus4/G       D/F#
Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end
A                     E         F#m           A
And we need a tune to open our season at Southend,
Bm A D Bm     E     G Em D Em F
Can      you help us?

Chorus:
F                                G
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
C                             Am
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
F                                 G
Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
        C                       Am
At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
Dm                          Em
It seems to me a change is really needed
F                          G Em D Em
I'm sick of tra-la-las and ladedas
F                          G
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
C                             E/G#              A
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars

I like the warm blue flame
The hazy heat it brings
It loosens up the muscles
And forces you to sing
You know it's just another hit and run
From the tin pan alley twins

And there's a chance that one day
You might write a standard, lads
So churn them out quick and fast
And we'll still pat your backs
'Cause we need what we can get
To launch another dozen acts
Are you working?

chorus (x2)

Swinging stars, swinging stars
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing