Intro: A  G  F#  C#  F# 

Verse 
A                  G 
John the Wood went out one day 
   D                     G 
To view the scene from a different angle 
   A                   G 
He stood and watched a child at play 
  D              G 
A-tinkling on an old triangle 
A                     G 
Dave the Drum who was passing by 
D                     G 
Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up 
A                         G 
You should have seen the gleam in his eye 
      D                 G          A          G 
As he saw it soon, his, cleaned-up shined-up 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 

Verse 
B 
Out in the rain, if you want a cup of tea 
          E 
Dodge the puddles in the yard 
    B 
The lord of the land's coming round to complain 
     A    G  F# C# F# 
It's hard 

Verse 
    A                 G 
The peacock flew to a very high tree 
   D                    G 
He didn't like grass or concrete fairies 
A                G 
Put me where the action is 
    D                  G 
I'd rather be with the next-door hairies 
A               G 
Simon spied the bathroom door 
D               G 
In his hand's a herb shampoo 
A               G 
Waiting for the waters raw 
   D      N.C. 
So little time, so much to do 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 

Verse 
B 
Stand in a line, take a book along 
        E 
There's time for a game of cards 
B 
Now it's your turn and the water's all gone 
     A    G  F# C# F# 
It's cold 

Instrumental 
A  G  D  G  x3 

A   D   A   D 
B   E   B   A  G  F# C# F# 

Verse 
    A                      G 
The next to appear was the Mighty Gled 
   D                   G 
He needs a rest, or at least he said so 
    A                        G 
You probably think that he's flipped his lid 
          D                      G 
'Cause he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau 
A                       G 
Five foot three, yet he stands so tall 
    D                 G 
And on the ground his feet are never 
A                    G 
Friends may come and friends may go 
        D                G       A    G 
But the Fiddle Bill goes on for ever 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 

Verse 
    B 
The music room would make you grin 
     E 
It's cold as a freezing pit 
          B 
There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in 
      A     G  F# C# F# 
Let's split 

Verse 
A              G 
I quite like a breast of chicken 
        D                     G 
And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails 
        A                G 
But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken 
     D              G 
Is a dozen nice fat snails 
A                          G 
On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass 
      D                  G 
Whose tastes in food are very much wider 
A                        G 
You'll see a smile light up his face 
     D      N.C. 
At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 
A                    D 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la 

Verse 
B 
Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box 
    E 
The fleas can jump a mile 
B 
Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops 
    A     G  F# 
And smile