Social Disease               Elton John  T A B  By   Baddad

D                                   D7   
My bulldog is barking in the backyard    
G7                                    E 
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave 
D                                       B7
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing 
E                                   A    Asus4
Disturbance going to crucify my days 

        D                                D7 
And the days they get longer and longer 
G7                                      E
And the nightime is a time of little use 
     D                      B7 
For I just get ugly and older 
E                     A7                  D 
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose 
Chorus 
Bm                                         G7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Bm                                 G7 
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 
D                           A            G7 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
      D                 A7                      D   G    D 
I'm a genuine example,,     of a social disease 

D                             D7 
My landlady lives in a caravan 
G7                                   E     
Well that is when she isn't in my arms 
D                                           B7 
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness 
E                                          A   Asus4    
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm 

D                                D7 
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
G7                                    E     
And they're falling apart at the seams 
D                             B7 
Well I just get high on tequila 
E                  A7              D 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams 

Chorus 
Bm                                         G7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Bm                                 G7 
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 
D                           A              G7 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
      D                  A7                     D   G    D 
I'm a genuine example,,,     of a social disease 




D                                D7 
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
G7                                    E     
And they're falling apart at the seams 
D                             B7 
Well I just get high on tequila 
E                  A7              D 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Chorus 
Bm                                         G7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Bm                                 G7 
I get bombed for dinner time and tea 
D                         A              G7 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold 
    D                A7                  D   G    D 
I'm a genuine example ,,,         a social disease of