A       B               C#m        E 
Go ask an old man, see what he's got to say 

             A         B            C#m          
Don't as your teachers, they weren't much good anyway 

              F#m      B        E           A 
Nothing really matters, as time drifts on by 

             F#m         B                 E 
Its a drop in the ocean, a shot in the sky. 

Don't stray from the narrow, keep your hands clean 
Seems very silly, if you know what I mean 
You worry and worry, never really know why 
Wake up in the morning, as trams roll on by 

I have a love, so I can't complain 
For me there's no other, we play silly games 
Though she is not here, I'm never alone 
She lives in my pocket, and inside the phone 

I'm going to Scotland, that's where I'm from 
I'll probably not stay there, cause its not very warm 
We followed our father, cause father knows best 
With rhyme and good reason 
And my wheezing chest 

So go ask an old man, see what he's got to say.  
If he falls in the gutter, be on your way 
Nothing really matters, as time drifts on by 
You give your love presents, you laugh and you cry.