A E F#m A I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs Bm A E Asus4/G D/F# And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up A E F#m A And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs Bm C#m D Bm E D/E When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney A E F#m A Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend Bm C#m D E Asus4/G D/F# Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end A E F#m A And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Bm A D Bm E G Em D Em F Can you help us Chorus: F G It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers C Am So much to prove, so few to tell you why F G Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing C Am At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes Dm Em It seems to me a change is really needed F G Em D Em I'm sick of tra-la-las and ladedas F G No more long days hacking hunks of garbage C E/G# A Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars I like the warm blue flame The hazy heat it brings It loosens up the muscles And forces you to sing You know it's just another hit and run From the tin pan alley twins And there's a chance that one day You might write a standard, lads So churn them out quick and fast And we'll still pat your backs 'Cause we need what we can get To launch another dozen acts Are you working? Chorus - x2 Swinging stars, swinging stars It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers So much to prove, so few to tell you why Those old die-hards in Denmark- | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Asus4 C C#m D Dm E Em F F# F#m G G# Bm |