(intro E A E A, E A E A) E A Woke up this morning, found myself in bed E A My knowledge of the blues is somewhat nil E A I'd dreamt about a love affair in far off Budapest E A The sort of thing that sugars every pill (n.C.) E A E A, E A E A I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. E A I went dans la cuisine in a bilinguistic mood E A And Morphy Richards popped up with the goods E A I was feeling Hungary both this morning and last night E A And with an appetite like that you see the woods (n.C.) E A E A, E A E A I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. D G Is this the bit where we're supposed to make guitars collide? D G And is this the bit where we release all that raw energy? D G And is this the bit where we go crashing through those barriers? D E A E A, E A E A Like what they do in music mags? (n.C) E A I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. E A E A I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. E A E I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved, A E I was a teenage armchair Honved, I was a teenage armchair Honved, A E I was a teenage wham bam thank you, I was a teenage armchair Honved, A E A I was a teenage armchair Honved, I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. E A E A I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. E A E A I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. E A (fade) I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.