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|E7/F#m/EE7|/ / /F#m/E|E/F#m/EG/E|/ / /Ab/E|
At the age of seven years he could already boost a short |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
To score himself a bluebird or a pearl |A / F#m /|D / F / |E /F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/ |
He could smoke and chase the dragon, he could shoot and he |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
And build a cocktail out of boy and girl [could snort |A / F#m /|D / F G |A / / / | / / / / |
From any dealer's bundle he could sniff a single bag | / / / / | / / / / |D / / / |F / / / |
And spot the blank, the ca-ca or the flea |A / F#m /|D / F / |E /F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/ |
The greatest living expert on the ways to mainline scag |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
He could tie up in the dark and not OD |A / F#m /|D / F G |A / / / | / / / / |
So they called him Little Sammy Speedball |E / F#m/E/|G/E/ /F#m/E|A / / / | / / / / |
Because Little Sammy Speedball took it all |E / F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/|D / F / |C / Bb / |
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|E7/F#m/EE7|/ / /F#m/E|E/F#m/EG/E|/ / /Ab/E|
He ate cartwheels to go up and dropped sleepers to come down |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
A red and rose and pink and rainbow stash |A / F#m /|D / F / |E /F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/ |
He dynamited white stuff just to balance out the brown |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
And flashed on hash but never crashed on splash |A / F#m /|D / F G |A / / / | / / / / |
Ripped on chalk and peaches he found time to load the Chief | / / / / | / / / / |D / / / |F / / / |
And kissing big attained a state of grace |A / F#m /|D / F / |E /F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/ |
His panaddicted system was tuned high beyond belief |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
A miracle of forces poised in space |A / F#m /|D / F G |A / / / | / / / / |
So they called him Little Sammy Speedball |E / F#m/E/|G/E/ /F#m/E|A / / / | / / / / |
Because Little Sammy Speedball took it all |E / F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/|D / F / |C / Bb / |
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But the day he turned eleven put the pin in the balloon |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
An aching tooth had nagged him half the night |A / F#m /|D / F / |E / F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/ |
He took a junior aspirin crushed with honey in a spoon |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
And exploded in a blaze of heat and light |A / F#m /|D / F G |A / / / | / / / / |
In the ruins of his bathroom lay the candy-coloured pills | / / / / | / / / / |D / / / |F / / / |
The universal user's bag of sweets |A / F#m /|D / F / |E /F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/ |
But nothing else remained except an echo in the hills |A / / / | / / / / |D / / / | F / / / |
And the sound of tablets bouncing in the streets |A / F#m /|D / F G |A / / / | / / / / |
So they called him Little Sammy Speedball |E / F#m/E/|G/E/ /F#m/E|A / / / | / / / / |
Because Little Sammy Speedball took it all |E / F#m/E/|G/E/Ab/E/|D / F / |C / Bb / |
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