Verse 1 E F# B You turn to the sinister when you get the boot E F# B Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit E Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines E7 A She's only thirty-five going on seventeen D F#m F# B You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean Chorus (And in every home) E A B And in every home there will be lots of time I will be all yours you might have been admired E A B And in every home there will be lots of time G C D F#m B F# B They say they're very sorry but you are not desired D Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Because they don't deserve us Bridge C E Holding your life in your hand B E With an artificial limp wrist D C B A G And so a young blade becomes a has-been D Looking for a new twist Verse 2 E F# B A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates E F# B He's in prison now she's running with his mates Sees him every Sunday B7 E And he asks her where she's been A She's only thirty-five going on seventeen She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her D F#m B In between the sheets Chorus (And in every home) E A B And in every home there will be lots of time I will be all yours you might have been admired E A B And in every home there will be lots of time G C D F#m B F# B They say they're very sorry but you are not desired D Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Because they don't deserve us Outro E And in every home And in every home And in every home And in every home
