B                            G             A
I feel it in my finger and I feel it in my bones
        B                          D      A
That my time's slipping bye by the bar oh my
      Bm                         G            A
And I carry on a mission and I'm carrying the weight
   Bm                      A
Of pint after pint, oh why oh why.
G
Love is all around but by the table that you sit by
                            A
And my eyes inside just cry oh cry
G                        A              G
Feigning to be dandy and feigning to be fine
                            A
I just have another pint oh I know why, (because...)


[Chorus]
Dm  A#  F
E|---| I---I
C                          D    G   F
Wish I had my finger in ye pE|---| I---Ie
A
hey! hey! hey!


[vesre2]
B                            G             A
I feel it in my finger and I feel it in my bones
        B                                 A
That my time's slipping bye by the bar oh my
      B                          G            A
And I carry on a mission and I'm carrying the weight
   B                D      A
Of pint after pint, oh why oh why.
B                             G              A
Love is all around but by the table that you sit by
       B        Bm      Dm  A
And my eyes inside just cry oh cry
Bm                        G              A
Feigning to be dandy and feigning to be fine
       Bm                   A
I just have another pint oh I know why,


[Chorus]
Dm  A#  F
E|---| I---I
C                          Dm   A#  F
Wish I had my finger in ye pE|---| I---Ie
A         Am
hey! hey! hey!


[vesre 3]
B                          G           A
I look into the mirror and I see a dozen faces
     Bm                    B              A
Only none of them is mine, though all are fine
Bm            B       G           A
Where am I to find my true mirror image
        Bm                              A
But the bottom of the jar or a glass of wine.
Bm                       G            A
Love is all around, so I call another round
        Bm                                  A
For the moment to be loved by the fine lads by
Bm                           G             A
Feeling truly wasted, I just topple on the floor
       Bm                                    A
Tender tapping on my shoulder saying CLOB NG TIME


[Chorus]
   Dm  A  F
Oh I---I--I
C             D            Dm  A#  F
Wish I had my finger in ye pi--i---ie
A         Am
hey! hey! hey!


[Instrumental]


[Verse 4]
Bm              B             G           A
Early in the morning with the devil in my belly
Bm                   B            D      A
Singing nasty little tunes of the drinks last night
Bm                            G               A
My finger on the phone, but I throw it on the telly
      Bm                             B  A
and I reach out for the bottle right by my side
      Bm       G
And I wake up
        Bm      D
And I'm wasted
        Bm      G
And I'm lonely
                Dm
And I fancy, my finger in the pie, aye, aye


[Chorus]
    A#   F
E|---| I---I
C                          Dm  A#  F
Wish I had my finger in ye pi--i---ie

C                          Dm  A#  F
Wish I had my finger in ye pi--i---ie

C                          Dm  A#  F
Wish I had my finger in ye pi--i---ie
A
hey! hey! hey!