Kunci Ukulele Elton John – Social disease Versi 1

^CMy bulldog is barking in the backyar^C7d ^F7Enough to raise a dead man from his gr^Dave ^CAnd I can't concentrate on what I'm doin^G7g ^DDisturbance going to crucify my days^{F Gsus4}

And the ^Cdays they get longer and longer ^{C7 F7}And the nightime is a time of little use^D For I^C just get ugly and olde^G7r ^DI get juiced on Mateus^G7 and just hang loose^C Chorus ^AmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morni^F7ng ^AmI get bombed for dinnertime and tea^{F7 C}I dress in rags, smell a lot^F, and have a ^F7real good time I'm a ^Cgenuine example,, ^G7 of a social disease ^{C F C}

^CMy landlady lives in a caravan^{C7 F7}Well that is when she isn't in my arm^Ds ^CAnd it seems I pay the rent in human kindnes^G7s ^DBut my liquor also helps to grease her palm^{F Gsus4}

^CAnd the ladies are all getting wr^C7inkles ^F7And they're falling apart at the seams^{D C}Well I just get high on tequil^G7a ^DAnd see visions of ^G7vineyards in my ^Cdreams

^AmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morni^F7ng ^AmI get bombed for dinnertime and tea^{F7 C}I dress in rags, smell a lot^F, and have a re^F7al good time I'm a ^Cgenuine example,,, ^G7 of a social disease^{C F C}

^CAnd the ladies are all getting wr^C7inkles ^F7And they're falling apart at the seams^{D C}Well I just get high on tequil^G7a ^DAnd see visions of ^G7vineyards in my ^Cdreams

^AmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morni^F7ng ^AmI get bombed for dinner time and te^F7a ^CI dress in rags, smell a l^Fot, and have a ^F7hart of gold I'm ^Ca genuine example^G7 ,,, a socia^Cl di^Fsease^C of