Am Your grandfather's guitar B Thinkin' about how funny I must look D Am Tryin' to adjust to what's been there all along B D Am With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos Chorus: D7 C#m7-5 But it ain't a holiday until F#m D You go to fetch somethin' from the car Travel size champagne cork pops And we're sweepin' for bugs In some dusty apartment, the what's-it-called café You can arrive at eleven and have lunch with the English Chorus: D7 C#m7-5 But it ain't a holiday until F#m D They force you to make a wish Fdim They say, "climb up this" Em A And "jump off that" Bm E A# And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back No, it ain't a holiday until You go up to fetch somethin' from the car | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am A# C#m C#m7 D D7 E Em F#m Fdim B Bm |