Electric Trains (Difford/Tilbrook)

           Cm                F                Cm            F

When I was crowned a mummy's boy by friends I didn't like

         Cm               F              Cm             F

I made a million trips to school upon my father's bike

          Bb              Cm                 Eb             Dm Cm

I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood

           Bb        Cm           Eb      Dm  Cm   G Cm

If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood

                          F  Ab F

And at home the radio was on



Bb         Ab/Bb Eb/Bb Bb             Ab/Bb Eb/Bb Bb

From Julie Andrews        to Jerry Garcia

             G        Cm   Ab F Bb

Life was all fun and games

             Ab/Bb Eb/Bb Bb                 Ab/Bb Eb/Bb Bb

I was out of my    head      and underneath my    bed

              G         Cm   Ab

Playing with electric trains

            Cm         F

At home the stereo was on

            Cm          F

My head was filled with rock

           Cm             F

I played a willow cricket bat guitar

    Cm               F

And soloed round the clock

   Cm                 F

My records stacked up in a pile

   Cm              Ab

Collected from the charts

           F   Bb

And Top of the Pops





Kneeling with torchlight

Shining before me


In my bed my eyeballs stuck in readers wives


Pubic hairs proudly counted


Everyday manhood took me slowly


Out into the milky way

ADLIB:  Bb Ab/Bb Eb/Bb (3x)


             Cm                  F

I chased the girls and made them cry

             Cm           F

My hair grew down my back

            Cm            F

The passing of my teenage years

               Cm          F

Was spent down in the sack

         Bb                  Cm

I played guitar and formed a band

           Eb             Dm Cm

I puked up all night long

          Bb              Cm

As people came to sit and stare

              Eb      Dm Cm    G Cm

While I raced through my songs


The sound of music passed me by

     Ab            F   Bb

Just like the Grateful Dead


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Transcribed by Geordan Rosario (geordan@csua.berkeley.edu)