Fergus Laing

	  		
verse 1 

Em                 D         Em 
Fergus Laing is a beast of a man 
    G        A       Em 
He stitches up and fleeces 
                 D        Em 
He wants to manicure the world 
     G       A      Em 
And sell it off in pieces 
G 
He likes to build his towers high 
      A 
He blocks the sun out of the sky 
        Bm                        A 
In the penthouse the champagne's dry 
              Em 
And slightly gassy 

verse 2 
Em                 D       Em 
Fergus Laing, he works so hard 
    G   A    Em 
As busy as a bee is 
                  D         Em 
Fergus Laing has seventeen friends 
G       A      Em 
All as dull as he is 
     G 
His seventeen friends have seventeen wives 
A 
All the perfect shape and size 
     Bm                             A 
They wag their tails and bat their eyes 
           Em 
Just like Lassie 

 
A 
Fergus Laing he builds and builds 
                  Em 
Yet small is his erection 
A 
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair 
                                Em        D 
When the wind's in the right direction 
                            C       B7 
the wind's in the right direction 


verse 3 
Em                    D         Em 
Fergus Laing and his seventeen friends 
       G      A    Em 
They live inside a bubble 
                          D       Em 
There they withdraw and shut the door 
    G   A        Em 
At any sign of trouble 
G 
Should the peasants wail and vent 
     A 
And ask him where the money went 
       Bm                        A 
He'll simply say, it's all been spent 
           Em 
On being classy 

verse 4 
Em                 D       Em 
Fergus' buildings reach the sky 
       G      A    Em 
Until you cannot see 'em 
                        D        Em 
He thinks the old stuff he pulls down 
    G   A        Em 
Belongs in a museum 
G 
His own fair home is on the Park 
    A 
an airy jewel, a city ark 
Bm                             A 
Hung with Picasso, hung with Braque 
              Em 
but nothing brassy 

 
A 
Fergus Laing he builds and builds 
                  Em 
Yet small is his erection 
A 
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair 
                                Em       D 
When the wind's in the right direction 
                            C       B7   Em 
the wind's in the right direction 


Alternate verse 4 
     G 
His fits are famous on the scene 
      A 
The shortest fuse, so cruel, so mean 
      Bm                    A 
But don't call him a drama queen 
              Em 
Like Shirley Bassey 


Em                 D       Em 
Fergus Laing he flaunts the law 
     G        A       Em 
But one day he'll be wired 
                     D       Em 
And as they drag him off to jail 
       G        A          Em 
We'll all shout, "You're fired!"