Intro: A (4x) 

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. 

 
[Refrão]

   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.