Mad Dogs And Englishmen

A G F E A In tropical climes there are certain times of day E7 A E7 A Bm7 E7 When all the citizens retire, to tear their clothes off and perspire. A G F E F#m It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey, C# Ab C# Bm7 E7 A Because the sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray A G F E F#m The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts, E7 A E7 A E A Because they're obviously, definitely nuts A D A Bm7 E7 A Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. E A B7 E The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to, A D A Bm7 E7 A Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from 12 to one, E B7 E E7 But Englishmen detest a siesta, A Amaj7 A7 D In the Philippines there are lovely screens, to protect you from the glare, B Bmaj7 B7 E In the Malay states there are hats like plates, which the Britishers won't wear, D E A F#m C#7 F#m At twelve noon the natives swoon, and no further work is done Bm A G9 A But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. A G F E A It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see, E7 A E7 A Bm E7 That though the English are effete they're quite impervious to heat, A G F E F#m When a white man rides, every native hides in glee, C# Ab C# Bm7 E7 A Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree. A G F E F#m It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth E7 A E7 A E A That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth A D A Bm7 E7 A Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. E A B7 E The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit. A D A Bm7 E7 A In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun. E B7 E E7 To reprimand each inmate, who's in late. A Amaj7 A7 D In the jungle town where the sun beats down, to the rage of man and beast, B Bmaj7 B7 E The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased. D E A F#m C#7 F#m In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run, Bm A G9 A But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. A G F E A The Indian Raj is a region large and hot E7 A E7 A Bm E7 Where tigers roam around in bands - the white man never understands A G F E F#m When the noon-day sun makes the natives run, it's not C# Ab C# Bm7 E7 A A good idea to ignore them or to simply quite deplore their Tommy Rot A G F E F#m When sepoys and their wives flee from the sun, E7 A E7 A E A The crazy white man thinks it's simply ripping fun that . . . A D A Bm7 E7 A Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. E A B7 E The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it. A D A Bm7 E7 A In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun. E B7 E E7 They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down. A Amaj7 A7 D In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two. B Bmaj7 B7 E Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do. D E A F#m C#7 F#m In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done, Bm A G9 A But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday, out in the midday, out in the midday sun.