MOTT THE HOOPLE (1969) Written by Ian Hunter (intro): CFEDm CFEDm CFC CFC C F C C I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold C Am Bb F And the men that were young then are now terribly old C F C The graveyard was creaking with too many bones C Am Bb F While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold C F C Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse C Am Bb F Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse C F C I weep for the rebels conventional ways C Am Bb F For he loses his mind while the devious stay C G By the way C F Em If the world saluted you Dm G Dm Well what would you do if you could be there G Well would you still take me Would you take me anywhere C F Em If the world saluted you Dm F Dm Well what would you say when things were down Dm G Would you still want me Would you want me around CFEDC CFC C F C So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs C Am Bb F Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands C F C I wish we were children I'd welcome the change Dm Bb F And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange G Ain't it strange C F Em If the world saluted you Dm C Bm Dm Well what would you do if you could be there G Would you still Em G Would you still take me anywhere C F Em If the world saluted you Dm F Dm What would you say when things were down G Would you still want me Would you still want me around C F Em Dm OOooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! CFEDm CFEDm C F Em Dm (fade out)