Fickle Fran

Capo: 4th fret

[Chorus]
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G               D
And everybody's on it
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
           G
Though the product's pretty
        D               C
It's en evident pity now
D               Em
That they don't want it
D                        C
No, they just don't want it
 
 
[Bridge]
C                Em
Ladies and gentlemen
             Bm
I would like to introduce you
Em                    Am
To the tale of Fickle Fran
     C                G       D
Your local unofficial salesman
 
 
[Verse 1]
C                     Em
Franny's not rich no, neither poor
      Bm                Em
Sells knock-off clobber door to door
Am            C
Says winter's far too cold
        G                D
And the wages don't come near
     C                Em
On a sunny prom he'll sell to masses
Bm                 Em
Cheap handbags and fake sunglasses
Am             C
Like he's in a crackhouse
           G              D
And he's a dealer pushing gear
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
C         G                    D
Sets up a stall near where the band begins to play
C              G                   N.C.
But Fran, he's living in ten years yesterday
N.C.
And as the bands sings
 
 
[Chorus]
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G               D
And everybody's on it
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
           G
Though the product's pretty
        D               C
It's en evident pity now
D               C
That they don't want it
 
 
[Bridge]
C          Em                       Bm
As the sun beats down and the beverages pour
Em                 Am                       C
Fran pulls a frown because the game he once knew
               G       D
Ain't the same anymore
 
 
[Verse 2]
C             Em
Burning skin, pouring sweat
    Bm                Em
The man's not sold an item yet
          Am             C
He sighs "Life's getting harder now
         G              D
And this job's become a curse"
C                Em
Fran admits with heavy shame
        Bm                  Em
"Things went downhill since Bezos came
    Am                C
And all these eastern websites
             G                D
Well they've made things even worse"
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
C           G
Poor Fickle Francis
     D
Just won't admit defeat
C                G
He now prays for winter
   D
To get back on his feet
D
And as the band sings
 
 
[Chorus]
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G               D
And everybody's on it
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
           G
Though the product's pretty
        D               C
It's en evident pity now
D               C
That they don't want it
 
 
[Bridge]
C             G         D
So he tries a different door
               C            G                  D
With claims of selling everything you need and more
          C              G      D              Em
Says "I'm living with an eye on bailiffs after me"
C            G         D
Still rather this than working in a factory
 
 
[Out-Chorus]
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G                    D
The sun's out in the city
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
G               D
And everybody's on it
Am       Em
Ba badadada ba
           G
Though the product's pretty
        D                C
It's en evident pity now
D               Em
That they don't want it