The Tragically Hip – My Music At Work (Ukulele)

		  C
Everything is bleak

			     G
It's the middle of the night.

	      F	        					C
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.

		     G
You feel like a jerk.

		F
My music at work.

		C
My music at work.

			C
Avoid trends and clichés.

			    G
Don't try to be up to date.

		F
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil,

				C
don't hesitate.

G			     F
The night's so long it hurts

			C
My music at work.

                F
In a symbol too far

			  G
or the anatomy of a stain;

			     F
to determine where you are,

				G
in a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain - 

F			G
No matter what you heard

			F
in my music at work.

		G
My music at work.

		C
My music at work.

		    C
I call it 'Olga waits;

		   G
The Cloud That Entertains

		F
The Dim Possibility of Showing Some Restraint.'

G
The rain came down berserk.

F
My music at work.

C
My music at work.

				F				
On a star beyond the chart

					G
or the dark side of a drop of rain.

			    F
Determining where you are,

			G				F
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain - 

			G
No matter what you heard

		F
My music at work.

		G
My music at work.

		C
My music at work.

		  C
Everything is bleak

			     G
It's the middle of the night.

		F					C
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.

		     G
You feel like a jerk.

		F
My music at work.

		C
My music at work.

		F
Hey fallen hummingbird,

		C
my music at work.

				G
From the middle of the earth,

		C
my music at work.

				F
Bound for bed without dessert,

		C
my music at work.

		F
My music at work.

		C
My music at work.