Cheeky Young Lad

C G Well, a cheeky young-a lad took the rise out of me Am F So I clipped his ear, I was twenty-three C Am Em G And I laughed when he ran, said that he'd tell his dad C G 'Cause I'd done the same when I was a boy Am F When cheeking grownups was a young lad's joy C Am Em G But you never let on that you'd gone and done anything bad F G No, you never let on that you'd gone and done anything bad C G Then a cheeky young-a lad took the mick out of me Am F So I chased him off, I was thirty-three C Am Em G And I got close enough to see the tear in his eye C G And I said, "If you talk like that once more Am F I'll tell your dad and you'll get what for" C Am Em G But I smiled to myself, next time the laddie walked by F G Yes, I smiled to myself the next time the laddie walked by Am Cheeky young-a lad, like I used to be F Cheeky young-a lad, oh, why can't you see? D G Cheeky young-a lad, one day you'll be just like me C G Well, a cheeky young-a lad stood and swore at me Am F So I swore right back, I was forty-three C Am Em G And I could give as good as I got any day of the year C G But it made me boil and it made me rage Am F It made me feel every year my age C Am Em G And when he stood his ground, well I tell you, then I found fear F G When he stood his ground, well I tell you, then I found fear Am Cheeky young-a lad, like I used to be F Cheeky young-a lad, oh, why can't you see? D G Cheeky young-a lad, one day you'll be just like me Am Cheeky young-a lad, like I used to be F Cheeky young-a lad, oh, why can't you see D G Cheeky young-a lad, one day you'll be just like me C G Well, a cheeky young lad came and jostled me Am F He just pushed right past, I was fifty-three C Am Em G And when I shouted, "Hey!" he just walked away with a sneer C G And I raised my fist, but I felt afraid Am F Of the young lad's swagger and the world we'd made C Am Em G And I wished it was like it had been just yesteryear F G Yes, I wished it was like it had been just yesteryear C G Because a cheeky young lad came and battered me Am F Took my money and ran and I'm sixty-three C Am Em G And I wish I was dead, instead of being kept alive C G Because a cheeky young lad is waiting for me Am F If ever I get to seventy-three C Am Em G And the next time, I don't think I can survive F G C Am A cheeky young lad who's waiting for me to arrive F G C Am F G The cheeky young lad who's waiting for me to arrive