Balcony Man

Bb Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm Gm F Bm Dm Bm Dm Bb What am I to believe? Dm I’m the balcony man Bb F Bb When everything is ordinary until it is not Dm Bb Dm I’m the balcony man Bb I am two hundred pounds of packed ice Dm Sitting on a chair and in the morning sun Bb Putting on my tap dancing shoes Gm Oh my lap dancing shoes In the morning sun Bb I am the balcony man, I’m Fred Astaire Gm You think you have a plan until I hit the stairs Bb I’m two hundred pound bag of blood and bone Gm Leaking on your favourite chair Eb As I put on my lap dancing shoes F In the morning sun Dm And this morning is amazing and so are you Bb This morning is amazing and so are you Gm Eb This morning is amazing and so are you F In the morning sun Bb What am I to think on this balcony, Fred? Gm Where everything is amazing that stays in bed Bb I’m a two hundred pound octopus under a sheet Gm Dancing round your world with my hands and feet F And this much I know to be true Eb Yeah, this much I know to be true F And this much I know to be true Eb Yeah, this much I know to be true Dm This morning is amazing and so are you Bb This morning is amazing and so are you Gm This morning is amazing and so are you Dm This morning is amazing and so are you Bb This morning is amazing and so are you Gm This morning is amazing and so are you Eb You are languid and lovely and lazy Dm Gm And what doesn’t k**l you just makes you crazier Eb F Gm Eb F Gm Eb F Bb