Rotterdam (Or Anywhere)
The Beautiful South
C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7
And the C6women tug Fmaj7their hair
Like they're Cmaj7trying to Fmaj7prove it won't fall out
C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7
And C6all the men Fmaj7are gargoyles
Dipped Cmaj7long in Fmaj7Irish stout
C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7
GThe whole place is pickled
GThe people are pickles for Amsure
And G7no-one knows if they've done more here
Than they Cever would do in a E7jar
This could be AmRotterdam or Canywhere, AmLiverpool or CRome,
'Cause AmRotterdam is Canywhere, D7anywhere G7alone,
G7Anywhere alone
And C6Fmaj7everyone is blond
And C6everyone Fmaj7is beautiful
And when C6blond and Fmaj7beautiful are multiple
They C6become so Fmaj7dull and dutiful
And when faced with dull and dutiful
They fire red warning flares
Battle-khaki personality
With red underwear
This could be AmRotterdam or Canywhere, AmLiverpool or CRome,
'Cause AmRotterdam is Canywhere, D7anywhere G7alone,
G7Anywhere alone
GThe whole place is pickled
GThe people are pickles for Amsure
And G7no-one knows if they've done more here
Than they Cever would do in a E7jar
This could be AmRotterdam or Canywhere, AmLiverpool or CRome,
'Cause AmRotterdam is Canywhere, D7anywhere G7alone,
This could be AmRotterdam or Canywhere, AmLiverpool or CRome,
'Cause AmRotterdam is Canywhere, D7anywhere G7alone,
G7Anywhere alone