G
Help the aged
C
One time they were just like you
G
Drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue

G
Help the aged
C
Don’t just put them in a home
G
Can’t have much fun when their all on their own

C
Give a hand if you can
G
Try and help them to unwind
C
Give them hope and give them comfort
G
Cos they’re running out of time

G
In the meantime we try
B
Try to forget that nothing lasts forever
C D
No big deal – so give us all a feel
C G
Funny how it all falls away

G
When did you first realise
B
It’s time you took an older lover baby?
C D
Teach you stuff – although he’s looking rough
C G
Funny how it all falls away

G
Help the aged
C
Cos one day you’ll be older too
G
You might need someone who can pull you through

C
And if you look very hard
G
Behind those lines upon their face
C
You may see where you are headed
G
And it’s such a lonely place

G
In the meantime we try, ha
B
Try to forget that nothing lasts forever
C G
No big deal – so give us all a feel
C G
Funny how it all falls away

G
When did you first realise
B
It’s time you took an older lover baby?
C G
Teach you stuff – although he’s looking rough
C G
Funny how it all falls away

Oh
C
You can dye your hair
G D C
But it’s the one thing you can change
D
Can’t run away from yourself
Yourself
Your se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-seooohh

G
In the meantime we try (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
B
Try to forget that nothing lasts forever
C G
No big deal – so give us all a feel
C G
Funny how it all falls away

G
When did you first realise
B
It’s time you took an older lover baby?
C G
Teach you stuff – although he’s looking rough
C G
Funny how it all falls away
C G
Oh it’s funny how it all falls away
C G
Funny how it all falls away
C G
Oh it’s funny how it all
C G
It all falls away

G
So help the aged

F Bb
Don’t Bother saying you^?re sorry
F Bb
Why don’t you come in
F Bb C
Smoke all my cigaretts… again

F Bb
Every time I get no further
F Bb
How long has it been
F Bb C
Come on in now, wipe your feet, on my dreams

F Bb
You take up my time
F Bb
Like some cheap magazine
F Bb
When I could have been learning something
C
Oh, Well you know what I mean

F Bb
Oh, Iv’e done this before
F Bb
And I will do it again
F
Bb C
Come on and kill me baby, oh while you smile like a friend
F Bb C
Oh, and I’ll come running
F
Just to do it Again…

F Bb C
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can’t seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid
Like a plane I’ve been told I never should board
Like a film that’s so bad but I’ve got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it’s lucky for you that we’re friends.

D/Dmaj7 Em/Em7 A/A6 X2

D Em A
The word’s on the street: you’ve found someone new.
D Em A
If he looks nothing like me I’m so happy for you.
C A D F#
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church –
C A D
she’s trying to replace me, but it’ll never work.

Bm
‘Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
Em G
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the
D
bitter taste of saccharine.

D Em A
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
D Em A
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
C A D F#
Such great disappointment when you got him home –
C A D
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.

Bm
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
Em G
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
Bm
It’s not easy to forget me, it’s so hard to disconnect
Em G
When it’s electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.

G
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that
D
got it so wrong
D Em
It’s like a later “Tom & Jerry” when the two of them could talk
A G
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days
D
of Southfork.
D Em
Like “Planet of the Apes” on TV, the second side of “‘Til the Band Comes in”
A
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he’s going to let
D
you down my friend.