Half Man Half Biscuit – No-One Likes A Polymath (Guitar)

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Chords

[Intro] D G D G D G D G [Verse 1]
D                             G              D                                 G
Once upon a scholar’s prize allotment, where morning chores had focused on the yield

D                        G         D                              G
Noon drew near and so to luncheon, no one more content in all the Weald.

D              G                  D                           G
Reason, logic, diagrams and facts all filled his heart with delight

D                 G                          D                              G
Here was biology, here was rational thought, here where the gods are put to flight.
[Chorus]
A                 G                D
 Such pride, such bluster, such conceit

A                         G         D
 Girdled vengeance in his neighbour

A                    G              D
 What swells up must also come back down

A                         G       G       D    G  D  G
 On Isaac Know-It-All’s allotment   after dark.
[Verse 2]
    D                          G        D                         G
Now everybody knew he knew his onions - never one to let it be concealed

D                            G         D                           G
World Service louder than it needs be; no one more affected in the Weald.

D                           G                          D                          G
Meanwhile other seeds which he’d not sown himself were germinating underneath his feet

D                            G                      D                   G
Seeds sent to stagger him; astound him and confuse: render his work obsolete.
[Chorus]
A              G               D
 Dread forms infesting Shangri-la

A                          G          D
 Like those rowdies on the swingboats

A                G               D
 Jess Yates with business in his fists

A                     G    G       D    D
 Ecclesiastes One Eighteen   after dark.
[Break]
Bm                     A         Bm                        A
 Came astride snorting destriers, North End ketwig lids in Montirex

Bm                            A        Bm                A            A
 Give us this day our harvest festival, Soylent Green is clever clogs.
[Instr] D G D G D G D G [Chorus]
A                         G              D
 The heated gilet and the statement scarf

A                         G        D
 Girdled vengeance in his neighbour

A                    G                   D
 What goes down will sometimes come back up

A                       G      G
 On a scholar’s prize allotment

      D     G  D  G        D    G  D
After dark           after dark.