Arctic Monkeys

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Am
Your grandfather's guitar
                    B
Thinkin' about how funny I must look
D                Am
Tryin' to adjust to what's been there all along
          B                   D           Am
With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos

Chorus:
D7             C#m7-5
But it ain't a holiday until
F#m              D
You go to fetch somethin' from the car

Travel size champagne cork pops
And we're sweepin' for bugs
In some dusty apartment, the what's-it-called café
You can arrive at eleven and have lunch with the English

Chorus:
D7              C#m7-5
But it ain't a holiday until
F#m                D
They force you to make a wish
             Fdim
They say, "climb up this"
      Em        A
And "jump off that"
Bm                      E                  A#
And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back

No, it ain't a holiday until
You go up to fetch somethin' from the car