Elton John – Social Disease (Ukulele)

C                                   C7   
My bulldog is barking in the backyard    

F7                                    D 
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave 

C                                       G7
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing 

D                                   F    Gsus4
Disturbance going to crucify my days 

        C                                C7 
And the days they get longer and longer 

F7                                      D
And the nightime is a time of little use 

     C                      G7 
For I just get ugly and older 

D                     G7                  C 
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose 

Am                                         F7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 

Am                                 F7 
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 

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I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 

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I'm a genuine example,,     of a social disease 

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My landlady lives in a caravan 

F7                                   D     
Well that is when she isn't in my arms 

C                                           G7 
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness 

D                                          F   Gsus4    
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm 

C                                C7 
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 

F7                                    D     
And they're falling apart at the seams 

C                             G7 
Well I just get high on tequila 

D                  G7              C 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams 

Am                                         F7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 

Am                                 F7 
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 

C                           F              F7 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 

      C                  G7                     C   F    C 
I'm a genuine example,,,     of a social disease 

C                                C7 
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 

F7                                    D     
And they're falling apart at the seams 

C                             G7 
Well I just get high on tequila 

D                  G7              C 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Am                                         F7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 

Am                                 F7 
I get bombed for dinner time and tea 

C                         F              F7 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold 

    C                G7                  C   F    C 
I'm a genuine example ,,,         a social disease of