Richard Thompson

Fergus Laing(Ukulele chords)

Richard Thompson

Key: Em

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verse 1 

Em                 D         Em 
Fergus Laing is a beast of a man 
    G        A       Em 
He stitches up and fleeces 
                 D        Em 
He wants to manicure the world 
     G       A      Em 
And sell it off in pieces 
G 
He likes to build his towers high 
      A 
He blocks the sun out of the sky 
        Bm                        A 
In the penthouse the champagne's dry 
              Em 
And slightly gassy 

verse 2 
Em                 D       Em 
Fergus Laing, he works so hard 
    G   A    Em 
As busy as a bee is 
                  D         Em 
Fergus Laing has seventeen friends 
G       A      Em 
All as dull as he is 
     G 
His seventeen friends have seventeen wives 
A 
All the perfect shape and size 
     Bm                             A 
They wag their tails and bat their eyes 
           Em 
Just like Lassie 

A Fergus Laing he builds and builds Em Yet small is his erection A Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair Em D When the wind's in the right direction C B7 the wind's in the right direction
verse 3 Em D Em Fergus Laing and his seventeen friends G A Em They live inside a bubble D Em There they withdraw and shut the door G A Em At any sign of trouble G Should the peasants wail and vent A And ask him where the money went Bm A He'll simply say, it's all been spent Em On being classy verse 4 Em D Em Fergus' buildings reach the sky G A Em Until you cannot see 'em D Em He thinks the old stuff he pulls down G A Em Belongs in a museum G His own fair home is on the Park A an airy jewel, a city ark Bm A Hung with Picasso, hung with Braque Em but nothing brassy
A Fergus Laing he builds and builds Em Yet small is his erection A Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair Em D When the wind's in the right direction C B7 Em the wind's in the right direction
Alternate verse 4 G His fits are famous on the scene A The shortest fuse, so cruel, so mean Bm A But don't call him a drama queen Em Like Shirley Bassey
Em D Em Fergus Laing he flaunts the law G A Em But one day he'll be wired D Em And as they drag him off to jail G A Em We'll all shout, 'You're fired!'

Written by Richard Thompson

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