PORTOBELLO ROAD

Part A.

C F G C

Getting hung up all day on smiles

F G C

Walking down Portobello Road for miles

F G

Greeting strangers in Indian boots

F G

Yellow ties and old brown suits

Am G

Growing old is my only dan - ger

Part B.

C F G C

Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks

F G C

Lampshades of old antique leather

F G Am

Nothing looks weird, not even a beard

F G

Or the boots made out of feathers

F C

I keep walking miles

F C

'til I feel a broom beneath my feet

F C

Or the hawking eyes

G G7

Of an old stuffed bull across the street

F G C

Nothing's the same if you see it again

F G C

It'll be broken down to litter

F G Am

Oh and the clothes everyone knows

F G

That that dress will never fit her

Part C.

C F G C

(whistling...)

F G C

(...whistling...)

F G Am

(...more whistling)

F F G G G G G G G G G G G G

(all strummed downward quickly)

Repeat parts A and B and then part A again with the last line:

Am G C F G C

Growing old is my only dan - ger

Outro (while whistling)