Am
F
Am
F
Am
It starts with a haircut
F
that you don’t understand.
Am
All dressed up looking so sharp
F
Dm
just knowing you’re the man.
Am
With a walk to the beat
F
Dm
the game is on tonight.
Am
With a smile on your face
Dm
E
a loneliness to replace.
F
C
Oh man you look so good tonight.
Dm
Every woman you need
Bb
for your expertise,
F
to hear the cheers for you
C
where you sit alone,
Dm
but with your dignity
Bb
on the phone,
Am
F
begging you to come home.
Am
F
Am
Your mind slips away
F
with every minute that you stay.
Am
Messed up your haircut
F
Dm
but still you feel the same.
Am
Cause your god’s gift to women,
F
Dm
at least not the pretty ones.
Am
As long as they keep on coming,
Dm
E
a game you’ll never win.
F
C
So sadness seems to be your fate,
Dm
all alone again
Bb
and a fat off day.
F
your ship will never come in
C
and you’ll never win,
Dm
unless the golden rule
Bb
becomes your friend
Am
and you should never return.
F
Am
F
Dm
Am
F
Dm
Am
Dm
E7
E
E7
Einn, tveir, þrír, fjór
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
Am
F
C
E7
La la la la la la la
F
Dm
Am
C
E
E7
Bb
