Dm7               C/D
1. Like father, like son
   Dm7                          C/D
   Not flesh nor fish nor bone, a red rag hangs from an open mouth
   Dm7                              C/D
   Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
   Dm7                           C/D
   A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go
   Em7/A                     F#m7/A
   All the king's horses and all the king's men
   Em7/A                     F#m7/A
   could never put a smile on that face
   
2. He's a sly one, he's a shy one, wouldn't you be too?
   Scared to be left all on his own
   Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with the ugly duckling
   The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes
   All the while in perfect time
   his tears are falling on the ground
   But if you don't stand up you don't stand a chance!

    C/D         Dm7             Gm7                Gm  Dm Dm E
*1: Go a little faster now, you might get there in time 
    F       Am7          Dm7 Dm7  Em7  Dm7  Em7
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Eb                              Bb           F
    his heart was broken long before he ever came to you
    Am7         Dm7      Dm7  Em7  Dm7  Em7
    Stop your tears from falling
    Eb                                 Bb            F
    The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
    Am7
    all to see at night

3. In season, out of season
   what's the dff'rence when you don't know the reason?
   In one hand bread, the other a stone
   the hunter enters the forest
   All are not huntsmen who blow thw huntsman's horn
   By the look of this one, you've not got much to fear

4. Here I am, I'm very firce and fright'ning
   Come to match my skill to yours
   Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
   I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
   Making noises my little furry friend would make
   I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack
   You'd better watch out, you'd better watch out

*2: I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away
    Walking home that night
    the sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder
    when suddenly it stopped
    I opened up the sack, all that I had
    a pool of bubbles and tears
    just a pool of tears

Bsus4  B                    F#m
All in all you are a very dying race
A                    E
Placing trust upon a cruel world
B
You never had the things you thought you should have had
F#m
and you'll not get them now
A                                    E             B
and all the while in perfect time your tears are falling on the ground