[Intro] Bb9 Am B7 Dm Bb
Bb9 Am Am B7 Dm
Am
Your grandfather's guitar
B7 Dm
Thinking about how funny I must look
Am
Trying to adjust to what's been there all along
B7 Dm Am
With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos
D7 C#º F#m
But it ain't a holiday until
D Am
You go to fetch something from the car
Am
Travel size champagne cork pops
B7
And we're sweeping for bugs
Dm Am
In some dusty apartment, the what's-it-called café
B7 Dm Am
You can arrive at 11 and have lunch with the English
D7 C#º F#m
But it ain't a holiday until
D
They force you to make a wish
F
They say: Climb up this
Em A Bm
And: Jump off that
E Bb
And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back
( Am B7 Dm Am D7 )
D7 C#º F#m
No, it ain't a holiday until
D Am
You go up to fetch something from the car
Compositores: Alex Turner
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