This Beard Is For Siobhan

C E7 A7 the daughter of a man was a mammal D G C G she bore the mark of fire and of flame - - though they’re both the same C E7 A7 born unto the age of the golden D G C G that golden age of endless loss and endless gain tralalala C E7 A7 now because my lips have split all the little children D G C G they are hiding front , in the middle , and in the behind C E7 A7 and because my nose has froze , but i can keep on smelling D G C G i can smell my little day away i can smell my whole day away C E7 A7 now because my teeth don’t bite , i can take ’em out dancing D G C G i can take my little teeth out and show ’em a real good time C a real good time good time a good time G a real good time good time a good time C a real good time good time a good time G a real good time good time a good time C . . . a real good time!