2 acessos
Dm I wrote this song on an airport piano Gm I was the guy disturbing your journey from security To gate twenty-three A Bb C Dm Maybe you noticed me I wrote this song cos I had a spare hour I was delayed trying to get back to my babies in Sydney Gm Bb And I noticed the keys so I’m writing a song C Singin’ [Chorus] F Am Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable Dm I don’t know why they’re so sad Dm Bb Maybe it’s the calories they coulda had C F Filling them up with regret F And men in cafes in ski resorts Am Trying to connect with their sons Dm Look like they just wanna hit ‘em Bb C Dm I mean I’m sure that they dig ‘em underneath all the gear [Bridge] Dm Dm/C Dm/B A young man in Air Jordans Bb F Just left me five dollars on the piano C Dm Whattaya know [Verse 2] Dm I always hated those airport pianos Gm Dm Should be a law saying playing the theme from Beverly Hills Cop Gm Bb Will get one of your hands chopped off Dm I wrote this song on an airport piano I’m out of time I just need one more little rhyme Gm I gotta board that plane They’re calling my name So I’m writing a song C Singin’ [Chorus] F Am Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable Dm Or is it only the Botox Bb C They stick in their face to keep their looks from slipping C F They’re kicking the can down the road F And men in mansions on cul-de-sacs Am Having their midlife affairs Dm With the wife of a banker Bb While the banker is banging Bianca C Dm But sadly they’re still gonna die [Bridge] Dm Dm/C Dm/B A guy buying Subway G Bb Anxiously digs through his cabin bag F C Smiles when his wallet is found Dm Dm/C Dm/B Pays for his six-inch Dm C Then forgets that his bag is unzipped Bb So the contents of it Bb Is disgorged F C And a jar of Viagra spills onto the ground N.C So it goes [CHorus] F Am Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable Dm And I know why they’re so sad Bb They thought they’d be happier than they were in their Fords C But now they’re bored of their Porsches F And they’re looking for more F They’re out there shopping for more Am And their husband’s so fat in his new Lycra shorts Dm Trying to peddle his way back to ninety-four Bb C Trying to wind back the clock to before F To before they had this boat and this house F And this buy-to-let mortgage Am To before they had bought all the things that they thought Dm Would fill up the hole but the goal keeps receding Bb C And his hair is receding there’s this book he’s been reading for F Six months but the words just swim round the pages Am And god it’s been ages since they made love C Dm And the kids are on drugs Bb With their ADHD and their anxiety C And their music is shit F And the time just keeps slipping away Am But I’m sitting here playing and singing And they are calling my name Dm Cos your flight’s gotta go when your flight’s gotta go Bb C F And I wrote this song on an airport piano