C-bm-am-g-f-c-g And it's a c long, long bm way am to the g top But when you come f down c it's one headlong g rush You've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light Hanging like stars, hanging like stars Repeat section 1 Section 2: F-c-g And mary says, you're such a restless soul My bicycle spaniard, my magyar of cold You've got an itch to find what's best left lost and cold My bicycle spaniard, my poor restless soul My bicycle spaniard, my poor restless soul Repeat section 1 Repeat section 2 x2