Half Man Half Biscuit – Numanoid Hang Glide (Guitar)

A                                           D         E
Please don’t tell me what you think while I tell you about

    A                                 D                E
The copse that I retreat to where I’m hemmed in by the Larch

      A                            D            E
Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head

A                                   D      E
Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while.

F              Bbm              Dm                A
I was best man dead in our road four years on the run

F                Bbm                Dm           G            A  D E (x2)
Always chose the same demise – dehydration, on a long jog.

      A                                D                 E
Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knee

    A                                 D               E
You hang-glide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease

    A                              D             E
The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind

    A                                   D      E
And have to write them all down for the nurse.

F          Bbm         Dm             A
Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool

F              Bbm         Dm           G
Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates.

C         Am      Dm              G
I said to Jesus, “How much do you love me?”

C        Am                Dm                         G
He said “This much” and he stretched out his arms and died

    C              A        Dm             G
And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply?

   C           A                Dm         G
Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO

     C     Am  Dm  G         C     Am  Dm  G
Speedwagon,             Speedwagon.

Dm        G         Dm        G
La, la la la, la la la, la la la

Dm        G         Dm        G            C
La, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la.