It's the [G]Egg Marketing Board [D]Tango,
In [A7]other words, the dance of [D]love. [A7] [D]
You [D]go down to the pally and you're [A7]eager for a dance,
You see a lovely stranger and your [D]eyes meet quite by chance.
She's [G]warm and she's desirable with [D]lips meant to be kissed,
So you [A7]stand eight feet apart and do the [D]twist. [n/c]Oh Lor'!
But in the [G]tango you get the chance to [D]hold her oh so near,
As you [G]gaze into her lovely eyes of [D]blue.
And while you're [A7]dancing you whisper sweet [D]nothings in her ear,
And she [G]says, "Sweet nothing doing," back to [A7]you.
You [D]give her a nibble, you [A7]give her cheek a peck,
You've got her in a grip of steel, you're [D]breathing down her neck.
And [G]then she says those magic words that [D]thrill you through and
through,
"You've been [A]7eating pickled onions, haven't [D]you? [n/c]Oh, poo!"
G// D// A7/ D/ A7/D /
Once I [D]met a girl called Kitty, she was [A7]pretty as can be,
She lived up in the city and she [D]asked me 'round to tea.
But [G]pretty, witty Kitty, she [D]tried to pull my leg,
So I [A7]hit her, what a pity, with a [D]soft boiled egg.
Then the [G]wireless played a tango and I [D]held her in my arms,
As we [G]swayed and we glided 'round the [D]room.
And when her [A7]dad came in we carried on, a[D]las I didn't know,
He was [G]deaf and he couldn't hear the [A7]tune.
He [D]punched me in the ear-o, he [A7]hit me with a vase,
He chased down the garden and he [D]kicked me on the grass.
And [G]now I swear I'm finished, as [D]true as stars above,
With the [A7]ango, the dance of [D]love.
A7 D
This is one in a series of Benny Hill songs I've learned by ear. Most of
these songs have only three chords which makes it easy figure them out. I
might have missed some chords or put the wrong ones down, but the basic
structure is there at any rate. I welcome any comments, corrections or
suggestions for improvement.
