| A | ||
| La, da, da-da, | da, | da, |
| E7 | ||
| La, da, da-da, | da, | da-dee |
| D | E | ||
| La, da, | da, | da-da |
| A | |
| La, da, da-da, | da |
| Oh the games people play now |
| E7 | ||
| Every night and every | day | now |
| D | E | ||
| Never meaning what they | say | now |
| A | ||
| Never saying what they | mea | n |
| And | they wile away the hours |
| E7 | ||
| In their ivory | tow | ers |
| D | ||
| ’Till they’re covered up with | flo | wers |
| E | A | ||
| In the | bac | k of a black limou | sine |
| A | ||
| La, da, da-da, | da, | da, |
| E7 | ||
| La, da, da-da, | da, | da-dee |
| D | E | ||
| Talking ’bout | you | and me |
| A | |
| And the games people | play |
| Though we make one another cry |
| E7 | ||
| Break a heart then we | say | goodbye |
| D | E | ||
| Cross our hearts and we | hop | e to die |
| A | ||
| That the other was to | bla | me |
| Neither one | will | give in |
| E7 | ||
| So we gaze at our | eig | ht by ten |
| D | E | ||
| Thinking ’bout the things that | mig | ht have been |
| A | ||
| It’s a dirty rotten | sha | me |
| | | D | | | E | | | D | | | E | | |
| | | A | | | E7 | | | D E | | | A | | |
| People walking up to you |
| E7 | ||
| Singing glory halle- | luj | ah |
| D | E | ||
| And they’re tryin to sock | it | to you |
| A | |
| In the name of the | Lord |
| They’re gonna teach | you | how to meditate |
| E7 | ||
| Read your horoscope, | cheat | your fate |
| D | E | ||
| And further more to | hell | with hate |
| A | ||
| Come on and get on | boa | rd |
| Look around tell me what you see |
| E7 | ||
| What’s happening to | you | and me |
| D | E | ||
| God grant me the | sere | nity |
| A | |
| To remember who I | am |
| ’Cause you’ve given | up | your sanity |
| E7 | ||
| For your pride and your | van | ity |
| D | E | ||
| Turns your back on | hum | anity |
| A | ||
| And you don’t give a | da | da da da da |