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Throw Snowballs At The Teacher

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Throw Snowballs at the Teacher - Bernard Bolan

Intro: A (4 bars)

Verse 1:
   A                                D            A
My made-to-measure suit is weighing down upon me shoulders,
    D                                  A
The trousers and the strait-jacket are worn.
     D                                  A
They say they should fit better as they get a little older,
                                                  E
But now they've grown old, and I've just found my form.

   A                         D             A
Sunset's on the City, so the City's on its way
    D                              A
To tiny tots, and time for pots of tea,
     D                                      A
And though I'm hoarse with talking I've not said a thing all day
                                          E
That you could not have said as well as me.

Chorus:
   E                           D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a  surfing-board,
      D                A                        E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
      D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
        A              E               A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.

A                                D                A
Signs stuck to the station walls adhere to the opinion
     D                                A
That I should not be standing here at all.
  D                                             A
I should be on a sailing-ship, or flying to Londinium
                                E
At prices quite extravagantly small,
   A                                D            A
But I await a train that's late to do my share of travelling:
  D                                   A
I see the world along the North Shore line.
    D                                     A
The tangled string that is me life's been far too long unravelling,
                                               E
And there's new loose ends appearing all the time.

   E                           D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a  surfing-board,
      D                A                        E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
      D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
        A              E               A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.

      A                                      D                  A
Could be I'm old, for I've caught a cold, or something just as awful,
    D                                  A
But I feel a dreadful need to kick a cat,
    D                                  A
To pull rude faces, say bad words, do something quite unlawful,
                                         E
But what then would I do when I'd done that?
   A                            D               A
Maybe I would touch the sky, or drink a pint of Cider,
D                          A
Maybe I would try to fly a kite,
D                            A
Maybe I'd pretend that I was sitting right beside her,
                                                E
And pretend that childrens' days don't end at night.

    E                           D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a  surfing-board,
      D                A                        E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
      D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
        A              E               A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.

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