Look Mum No Hands

Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm C Dm Bb Business as usual Dm Bb Starts with the sound Dm Bb Of another damn funeral Dm C March through the town Dm Bb One less for St Nicholas Dm Bb There's nothing as vile Dm Bb Or as sad or ridiculous Dm C As the coffin of a child Dm He flies through the air F With the greatest of ease G That daring young man A In the blue dungarees Dm Struck down by the G-Force F Of a Semtex surprise G He bucks like a seahorse A Keels over, and dies Dm Bb With his eyes all dramatic Dm Bb Glazed, and confused Dm Bb The full metal jacket Dm C Trousers, and shoes Dm He flies through the air F With the greatest of ease G That daring young man A In the blue dungarees Dm And his poor, pathetic parents F So stricken with grief G That they've spelt his name wrong A On his funeral wreath! Dm Are appealing for no vengeance F On behalf of their son G But they've already assembled A And planted the bomb Dm He flies through the air F With the greatest of ease G That daring young man A In the blue dungarees Dm Struck down by the G-Force F Of a Semtex surprise G He bucks like a seahorse A Keels over, and dies Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm C