(intro E A E A, E A E A)E A Woke up this morning, found myself in bedE A My knowledge of the blues is somewhat nilE A I'd dreamt about a love affair in far off BudapestE 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 moodE A And Morphy Richards popped up with the goodsE A I was feeling Hungary both this morning and last nightE 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.
I Was A Teenage Armchair Honved Fan
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