[Bb]Morni[D#]ngton crescent, I think of you
Rain in the southeast, men feeling blue
Men in their bowlers, kids with their spats
[Bb]Ladies with chauffeurs, dogs wearing hats and ja[Gm]ckets
Rich apa[GmM7]rtments, old pun[Gm7]k posters, tartan garmen[C7]ts
I love t[D#]he exquisite arr[Bm]ay, I love the c[D#]amp as camp para[Bm]de
The poss[Cm]ibilities sugges[Dm]t themselves to me[F][F7]
[Bb]Morni[D#]ngton crescent, the sun in the east
I've got a job on for a senegalese
rich arbitrator in African law
To paint his apartment
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strip down the w[Gm]alls came down between u[GmM7]s lately
Lust and[Gm7] want and need just caved in is [C7]it wise?[D#]
The answ[Bm]er's no, it never is but[D#] since you've asked[Bm]
We pause[Cm] thoughtfully fo[Dm]r twenty seconds repriev[F]e[Am]
Then it'[G#m]s off with the b[C]riefs
Mornington crescent, sin is my game
We'll all be lined up, irrelevant fame
Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk
I was a joker, the wannabe punk, that got lucky
Had a good time, life became fruitless, egotistic
Swine to all your friends, all the ladies and the men
The possibilities suggest themselves to me, we're a little too free
Rain in the southeast, men feeling blue
Men in their bowlers, kids with their spats
[Bb]Ladies with chauffeurs, dogs wearing hats and ja[Gm]ckets
Rich apa[GmM7]rtments, old pun[Gm7]k posters, tartan garmen[C7]ts
I love t[D#]he exquisite arr[Bm]ay, I love the c[D#]amp as camp para[Bm]de
The poss[Cm]ibilities sugges[Dm]t themselves to me[F][F7]
[Bb]Morni[D#]ngton crescent, the sun in the east
I've got a job on for a senegalese
rich arbitrator in African law
To paint his apartment
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/belle_and_sebastian/mornington_crescent_crd_ver_3.html )
strip down the w[Gm]alls came down between u[GmM7]s lately
Lust and[Gm7] want and need just caved in is [C7]it wise?[D#]
The answ[Bm]er's no, it never is but[D#] since you've asked[Bm]
We pause[Cm] thoughtfully fo[Dm]r twenty seconds repriev[F]e[Am]
Then it'[G#m]s off with the b[C]riefs
Mornington crescent, sin is my game
We'll all be lined up, irrelevant fame
Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk
I was a joker, the wannabe punk, that got lucky
Had a good time, life became fruitless, egotistic
Swine to all your friends, all the ladies and the men
The possibilities suggest themselves to me, we're a little too free
