Wandering Days Are Over

D You know my wandering days are over A F#m Does that mean that I'm getting boring? G You tell me I'm tired of listening to myself now D I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them You know my bip-bopping days are over I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor Now the centre of my so called being is The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors I said "My celibate days are over" You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed In the mirror of my steamy bathroom Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue D G Six months on, the winter's gone D G The disenchanted pony D G Left the town with the circus boy C G The circus boy got lonely