15th September 2000, 10.44am
Heliocentric@breathe.com

SMITHERS-JONES
(Bruce Foxton)

Chords used:

C:  x32010
Bb: x1333x
G:  320033
G7: 320001
F:  133211

N.C. (C)

        C   
Here we go a gain, it's Monday at last, he's heading for the Waterloo line.
             Bb                     G             Bb
To catch the 8am fast, it's usually dead on time, hope it is't late, 
       G
Got to be there by nine.

C                                                              
Pin-stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, stops off at the corner shop to buy the Times.
     Bb                G      Bb                G
Good morning, Smithers-Jones, hows the wife and home? 
Bb                              G            Bb                              G7
Did you get the car you've been looking for? Did you get the car you've been looking for?

Bb           G                C               F
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you.
Bb                 G           Bb                  G
We could have some good times, all this worry will get you down,
Bb                  G                 N.C.
I'll give you a new meaning to life.  I don't think so.

C

        C
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there, you're a part of the production line.
           Bb                       G                Bb
You're the same as him, you're like tinned sardines, get out of the pack,
            G
Before they peel you back.

 C
Arrive at the office, spot on time, the clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine.
      Bb                G          Bb                     G
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones, the boss wants to see you alone,
  Bb                                  G              Bb
I hope it's the promotion you've been looking for, I hope it's the promotion you've been
G7
Looking for.'

 Bb                   G           C                             F
'Come in Smithers old boy, take a seat, take the weight of your feet,
Bb                G         Bb                    G                              F
I've some news to tell you, there's no longer a position for you, sorry Smithers-Jones'

C G C

F C G C (x3)

F          C          G         C         F     C       G           C
Put on the kettle and make some tea, it's all a part of feeling groovie,
F           C              G       C       F     C       G           C
Put on your slippers, turn on the TV, it's all a part of feeling groovie,
     F         C              G                C
It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off, 
        F        C              G          C
But the only one smiling is the sun-tanned boss, 
F        C                 G             C
Work and work and work and work 'til you die,
            F           C           G      C
Cos there's plenty more fish in the sea to fry.


F C G C (x4)

C