The accordion at the beginning was recorded out on my balcony. In fact I didn't need sleep right now. But I imagine one of my neighbours might . However, I did need to write a song about sleep for the skirmish just when this old fellow struck up his infernal racket on the accordion. 😜
Though it wasn't me who rang the police....
(D) There's a busker outside my (C) window
Re(G)peating the only four tunes he (D) knows
On an old piano ac(C)cordion
To his (G) repertory I'm not predis(D)posed
(A) Hasn't he heard of the (D) night shift?
(A) This is the time that I must (D) sleep
I (A) can't take "Some Enchanted (D) Evening"
And "Her(C)nando's Hidea(G)way" makes me (D) weep.
(D) I should have some fellow (C) feeling
I've (G) played out on cold streets my(D)self
But my tiredness is surely (C) winning
And I'm a(G)bout to shout "Go Fuck Your(D)self!"
(A) Oh no! Another Bol(D)ero
(A) Will this torture ever (D) cease?
I (A) know it's not very (D) civil
But I'm a(C)bout to (G) call the Po(D)lice.
(D) Your ideals go out the (C) window
When (G) some swine won't let you sleep a (D) wink
Maybe if he played the (C) fiddle
I (G) wouldn't be kicking up a (D) stink
(A) But there's something about an ac(D)cordion
That (A) means the devil in me has (D) won
I'd (A) like to break it over his (D) shoulders
Oh (C) wait! The Pol(G)ice have moved him (D) on
Thank (C) Christ, the pol(G)ice have moved him (D) on!