F C7
Underneath the lamppost by the village gate,
F
I'd practice my uke al fresco 'til it was late.
Gm
Then Lewis Management said the CCNR's
F
precluded strumming past 1800 hours...so
F C7
I strum amongst the shoes and clothes
F
That's inconvenient, I suppose
Gm
but then, again, I'm one of those:
C7 F
I'm a closet strum-mer.
F C7
Sleeves get tangled in my strings,
F
I'm always wearing rumpled things,
Gm
That's what a lack of talent brings:
C7 F
I'm a closet strum-mer.
F C7
Odors from those well worn shoes
F
give me cause to play the blues
Gm
But since my wife has the shorter fuse:
C7 F
I'm still a closet strum-mer.
F C7
One day I'll learn to play real good,
F
my notes will flood the neighborhood.
Gm
With unbounded joy, I'll give a shout:
C7 Gm F
“Look out world, I've Come Out!”
copyright M Medak 2009