Madness – Cardiac Arrest (Ukulele)

Am      Em     F        F      Em     Am
 Papers in the morning, Bowler Hat on head.

Am       Em     F              F       Em      Am
 Walking to the bus stop; he's longing for his bed.

Am       Em       F           F      Em        Am
 Waiting with his neighbours, in the rush hour queue.

Am      Em      F             F        Em     Am
 Got to get the first bus; so much for him to do.

Em           G      F#m            A
 He's got to hurry, got to get his seat.

Em              G      F#m             A
 Can't miss his place; got to rest his feet.

Am        Em               F
 Ten more minutes 'till he gets there;

    F           Em     Am
The crossword's nearly done.

Am         Em      F               F      Em      Am
 It's been so hard these days; not nearly so much fun.

    Am           Em     F           F          Em       Am
His mind wanders to the office, his telephone, desk and chair.

Am         Em             F                F       Em       Am
 He's been happy with the company; they've treated him real fair.

Em              G           F#m             A
 Think of seven letters, be-gin and end in 'C'.

Em            G                F#m               A
 Like a big A-merican car, but mis-spelt with a 'D'.

G            Bb                   Am7
 I wish this bus'd get a move on; driver's taking his time.

G                   Bb               Am7
 I just don't know, I'll be late; oh dear, what will the boss say?

G
 Pull yourself together now, don't get in a state.

Am         Dm     G          C
 Don't you worry; there's no hurry.

Am             Dm      G                       C
 It's a lovely day; it could all be going your way.

Am                 Dm    G                  C
 Take the doc's ad-vice; let up, enjoy your life.

Am                   Dm   G                    C    B, Gdim
 Listen to what they say; it's not a game they play.

Am         Em       F               F         Em   Am
 Never get there at this rate; he's caught up in a jam.

Am         Em           F             F        Em       Am
 There's a meeting this morning; it's just his luck, oh damn!

    Am         Em     F       F       Em      Am
His hand dives in his pocket, for his handker-chief.

Am         Em           F           F          Em       Am
 Pearls of sweat on his collar; his pulse-beat seems so brief.

Em                G               F#m               A
 Eyes fall on his wristwatch; the seconds pass real slow.

Em               G                F#m                  A
 Gasping for the hot air, but the chest pain; it won't go.

G                 Bb              Am7
 Tried to ask for help, but can't seem to speak a word.

G                    Bb               Am7
 Words are whispered frantically, but don't seem to be heard.

G
 What about the wife and kids? They all depend on me!

Am        Dm        G               C
 We're so sorry; we told you not to hurry.

Am                 Dm    G                    C
 Now it's just too late; you've got a certain date.

   Am                 Dm        G                    C
We thought we made it clear? We all voiced our inner fears.

   Am            Dm   G                      C   B
We left it up to you; there's nothing we can do.

Am         Dm     G          C
 Don't you worry; there's no hurry.

Am             Dm      G                       C
 It's a lovely day; it could all be going your way.

Am                 Dm    G                  C
 Take the doc's ad-vice; let up, enjoy your life.

Am                   Dm   G                    C    B
 Listen to what they say; it's not a game they play.