Working Class Millionaire - Ver 2

Em A D A D B Em People say to me what do you think you’re gonna be A D D/G D/F# D/E When I tells them I see laughter in their eyes D B Em If you wants an explanation, I’ve found me true vocation A D D/E D/F# D/G Though me answer seems to take ‘em by surprise. D G D There ain’t no good jobs to be found round Bethnal Green or Canning Town Bm Em Bar a councillor, a magistrate or mayor G A D B But I just sit and laugh ‘cause I’d really like not half E A D D/G D/F# D/E To be a working-class millionaire. D B E I don’t want to be a clerk, a conductor or a spark A D D/G D/F# D/E Life’s too short for working, who knows where D B E So I’ll just sit back and dream, forget the ‘ouses in-between A D And be a working-class millionaire. D B Em I’d have a mansion down in Bow where all me mates could go A D D/G D/F# D/E A carriage and a team of dappled greys D B Em And on the lawn I’d have a seat for tired pairs of feet A D D/E D/F# D/G On folks that’s walked search of better days. D G D There’d be a lion either side of the gateway to the drive Bm Em A statue of Lloyd George would greet me guests G A D B And in the marble ‘all, goalposts painted on the wall E A And other things the ‘ampstead crowd detests. D B E I don’t want to be a clerk, a conductor or a spark A D D/G D/F# D/E Life's too short for working, who knows where D B E So I’ll just sit back and dream, forget the ‘ouses in-between A D And be a working-class millionaire. D B Em So now I’ve got this palace grand, it sounds like something down the Strand A D D/G D/F# D/E But it ain’t, it’s down by Royal Albert Dock D B Em The boats sail in an ‘our and the word is passed about A D D/E D/F# D/G There’s a welcome at me mansion if yer knock. D G D Yes, it’s the simple life for me: that’s all I want, you see Bm Em That’s all the Cockney pride in me expects G A D B There’s nothing can compare with an East End millionaire E A A/G A/F# A/E That’s used to living just from one day to the next. D B E I don’t want to be a clerk, a conductor or a spark A D D/G D/F# D/E Life's too short for working, who knows where D B E So I’ll just sit back and dream, forget the ‘ouses in-between A D And be a working-class millionaire. Em A D A D