|Title|| Up the Junction|
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|Album||Cool for Cats|
|Genre||80s, alternative, new wave, pop, rock|
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G C I never thought it would happen G With me and the girl from Clapham Em Out on the windy common G That night I ain't forgotten C Where she dealt out the rations G With some or other passions Em I said you are a lady G Perhaps she said I may be G C We moved into a basement G With talks of our engagement Em We stayed in by the telly G Although the room was smelly C We spent our time just kissin' G The Railway Arms we're missin' Em But love had got us hooked up G And all the time it took off G C I got a job with Stanley G He said I'd come in handy Em And he started me on Monday G So I had a bath on Sunday C I worked eleven hours G And bought the girl some flowers Em She said she'd seen a doctor G And nothing now could stop her Em Bm I worked all through the winter Am The weather brass and bitter D I put away a tenner F Each week to make her better Cm And when the time was ready Bbm We had to sell the telly Ab Late evenings by the fire C And little kicks inside her F Bb This morning at four fifty F I took her rather nifty Dm Down to an incubator F Where thirty minutes later Bb She gave birth to a daughter F Within a year a walker Dm She looked just like her mother F F C G If there could be another G C And now she's two years older G Her mother's with a soldier Em She left me with my drinkin' G Became a proper stingin' C The devil came and took me G From bar to street to bookie Em No more nights by the telly G No more nights nappies smelling G C Alone here in the kitchen G I feel there's somethin' missin' C I beg for some forgiveness G But beggin's not my business C And she won't write a letter G Although I always tell her Em And so it's my assumption G I'm really up the junction