Cifra de Fergus Laing - Richard Thompson
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Primeiro acorde: Em 7 acordes identificados
verse 1
Em D Em
Fergus Laing is a beast of a man
He stitches up and fleeces
He wants to manicure the world
And sell it off in pieces
G
He likes to build his towers high
He blocks the sun out of the sky
In the penthouse the champagne's dry
And slightly gassy
verse 2
Em D Em
Fergus Laing, he works so hard
As busy as a bee is
Fergus Laing has seventeen friends
G A Em
All as dull as he is
His seventeen friends have seventeen wives
A
All the perfect shape and size
They wag their tails and bat their eyes
Just like Lassie
[Refrão]
A
Fergus Laing he builds and builds
Yet small is his erection
A
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair
When the wind's in the right direction
the wind's in the right direction
verse 3
Em D Em
Fergus Laing and his seventeen friends
They live inside a bubble
There they withdraw and shut the door
At any sign of trouble
G
Should the peasants wail and vent
And ask him where the money went
He'll simply say, it's all been spent
On being classy
verse 4
Em D Em
Fergus' buildings reach the sky
Until you cannot see 'em
He thinks the old stuff he pulls down
Belongs in a museum
G
His own fair home is on the Park
an airy jewel, a city ark
Bm A
Hung with Picasso, hung with Braque
but nothing brassy
[Refrão]
A
Fergus Laing he builds and builds
Yet small is his erection
A
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair
When the wind's in the right direction
the wind's in the right direction
Alternate verse 4
His fits are famous on the scene
The shortest fuse, so cruel, so mean
But don't call him a drama queen
Like Shirley Bassey
[Refrão]
Em D Em
Fergus Laing he flaunts the law
But one day he'll be wired
And as they drag him off to jail
We'll all shout, "You're fired!"