10cc – Oh Effendi (Guitar)

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Chord shapes used: A [x02220] D [xx0323] D5 alt[xx0775] Gadd9 [xx5435] Adim [x04545] G#aug [xx6554] C#6 [x46666] Bb7 [xx3334] Gmadd9 [xx5335] Cmaj7 [xx5557] [riffing esp with 6ths behind the A and D chords throughout verses] A D

A
In the middle of a caravan

On a four wheel drive oasis

D
There's a man with a thought in mind

To cash in on the desert faces

A
He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls

For your harem going places

D
And the border bums never saw

The guns in the whiskey cases

          A
There's a real, big demand

And it's written in the palm of his hand

           D
He's gonna change the face of the desert

                          D5     Gadd9   Adim         
He's gonna sweep away the sand

A
Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak

I ain't here, I'm a mirage

D
Get back Des, keep it under your fez

And don't give us away in the massage

A
Look what I did for the pyramid

I put a pool in and made it pay

           D
I built an elevator and a film theatre

And I shipped it to the U.S.A.

               A
`Cos there's a real big demand

And it's written in the palm of my hand

          D
I'm gonna change the face of the desert

                         D5   
I'm gonna sweep away the sand

Gadd9    Adim                    
Hang on friends!

          G#aug            
There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline

   C#6                    Bb7
So this ain't the time to close the deal

Gmadd9        Cmaj7
Here's the  deal

D        D/C#                  Bb
Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own

D          D/C#               Gm/Bb
Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home

    D          G
Gun running is fun

    Bbm      C#m      G (no 5th) A (no5th)
But hang on, friends, hang on    friends

D E A D

A  
Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze

We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion

         D
And it's up with the sheik

And down with the Frog We're gonna liberate the region!

A
Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand

D
Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land

     A
Hey, Prince of the moonbeams

Son of the Sun, Light of a thousand stars

     D
Your gorillas are urban And there's bourbon on your turban

And the sun shines out of your ass

A
Oh Effendi, I'm gonna grovel in your wake

D
Oh Effendi, it's all been a big mistake

             A
You're gonna cut out my liver If I don't deliver

Things are getting out of hand

             D
I'm going to ride off into the sunset and

                              D5
Make a deal with the promised land

Gadd9   Adim
Goodbye friends

        G#aug
There's no more goodies in the pipeline