Am
When you lie down with dogs
G
you wake up with fleas
Em
why they call strumming
D
a form of string tease
Am
Its almost a scratching,
G
with less of the rigour
Em
Though elbow wrist fingers
D
must exhibit some vigour.
Am
I play Guitar
G
Chesinga the Banjo
Em
Our stage name has changed
D
we’re known as Fandango
Am
While I keep the rhythm
G
by stamping my feet
Em
She Castanet’s
D
by rattling her teeth
Am
Any day now,
G
we’re off to Ban-tree
Em
She’s pedigree,
D
we'll play for gen-tree
Am
Bad Busker Bad Busker
G
he might be there
Em
he’s no threat to us
D
‘cause we’ve got some flair
Am
The baker he pays me
G
with freshly made scones
Em
And the butcher the dog,
D
with raw meaty bones

Chorus

Am
Fandango Fandango
g
you’ve made it at last
Em
The worlds going to know
D
your name’s being broadcast.

Repeat Fading

Am
Fandango Fandango
g
you’ve made it at last
Em
The worlds going to know
D
your name’s being broadcast.