C-bm-am-g-f-c-g
And its a c long, long bm way am to the g top
But when you come f down c its one headlong g rush

Youve got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light
Hanging like stars, hanging like stars

Repeat section 1

Section 2:
F-c-g

And mary says, youre such a restless soul
My bicycle spaniard, my magyar of cold

Youve got an itch to find whats best left lost and cold
My bicycle spaniard, my poor restless soul
My bicycle spaniard, my poor restless soul

Repeat section 1

Repeat section 2 x2