Cracker - Kerosene hat

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    C                        G
    How can I fly with these old donkey wings
    D
    while the magfire [?] sings 
    C
    some shiny song
    C                   G
    old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
    D
    in the elevator
    
    Em         D            C
    Everything seems like a dream
    Em 
    Life's a scream
    
    Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
    a'courting his girl
    come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
    with the devilish spoon [?]
    
    Everything seems like a dream
    And life's a scream
    when you're submarine
    
    [anyone got the solo?]
    
    So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
    and your old chaise lounge
    a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
    and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
    
    Everything seems like a dream
    when your submarine
    
    Head like a stream, she says softly to me
    from the rattling chair
    bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
    my medicine lamp
    
    Everything seems like a dream
    Life's a scream
    
    [some whispered stuff I can't make out]
    
    
    
    Em                       C
    How can I fly with these old doggy wings
    G
    while the magfire [?] sings 
    D
    some shiny song
    Em                  C 
    old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
    G                D
    in the elevator
    
    Em         D            C
    Everything seems like a dream
    A
    Life's a scream
    
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    D--------------2---
    
    
    Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
    a'courting his girl
    come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
    with the devilish spoon [?]
    
    Everything seems like a dream
    And life's a scream
    when you're submarine
    
    [anyone got the solo?]
    
    So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
    and your old chaise lounge
    a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
    and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
    
    Everything seems like a dream
    when your submarine
    
    Head like a stream, she says softly to me
    from the rattling chair
    bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
    my medicine lamp
    
    Everything seems like a dream
    Life's a scream
    
    [some whispered stuff I can't make out]

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