D D7
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
G7 E
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
D B7
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
E A A4
Disturbance going to crucify my days
D D7
And the days they get longer and longer
G7 E
And the nightime is a time of little use
D B7
For I just get ugly and older
E A7 D
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
Chorus
Bm G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm G7
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
D A G7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
D A7 D G D
I'm a genuine example,, of a social disease
D D7
My landlady lives in a caravan
G7 E
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
D B7
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
E A A4
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm
D D7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
G7 E
And they're falling apart at the seams
D B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E A7 D
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
Chorus
Bm G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm G7
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
D A G7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
D A7 D G D
I'm a genuine example,,, of a social disease
D D7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
G7 E
And they're falling apart at the seams
D B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E A7 D
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
Chorus
Bm G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm G7
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
D A G7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold
D A7 D G D
I'm a genuine example ,,, a social disease of
Social Disease chords
by Elton John
