Leopold Alcocks Chords by Jake Thackray
Tempo:
84 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
F#
Bm
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Most of my songs, as you gather, are about women, about being in love, or at least about living tissue.
This one is, for a change, about a fella, about a certain Leopold Alcox.
[E] [A]
[E] [A] Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [Bm] relation, [E] came to my flat for [E] a brief visitation.
[A] He's been here since [F#] February, damned blast him, [E] my nerves and my furniture may not [A] outlast him.
[C#m] Leopold [Bm] Alcox is accident [F#] prone, he's lost my buff [E] plug, he's ruptured [A] my telephone,
my [C#m] anti [Bm]-rinems, my [C#m] motorbikes, my sofa, [F#] there isn't [E] anything he [A] can't trip over.
[E] [A] As he roams through my [F#] rooms all my [Bm] pussycats scatter, [E] my statuettes tremble,
then plummet, [A] then shatter, my table-lamps tumble [F#] with grim [E] regularity.
My cut glass has crumbled, and so has [A] my charioteer.
Leopold [Bm] Alcox, an [C#m] uncanny creature, he [Bm] can't take tea [E] without some [A] misadventure.
[D] He looks up [C#m] from his teacup with a smirk on his features, [F#] and a slice of my [E] porcelain [A] between his dentures.
[E]
[A] He's upset my goldfish, [F#] he's jinxed my [Em] wisteria, my [E] budgie's gone broody, my tortoise has [A]
hysteria.
He cleans my teapots, [F#m] my saucepans [Bm] with [E] brasso, and leaves chocolate fingerprints on my [A] Picasso.
[D]
[C#m] Leopold Alcox, never [C#] known to fail, [F#] working his way [E] through my frail [A] chibundales.
[D] One blow [C#m] from his thighs, which are [G#m] fearsomely strong, [F#] would easily [Bm] [E] fracture the wing [A] of a swan.
[E] [A] I'm brought home, my bird, [F#] for some [Bm] Turkish moussaka.
[E] Up looms old Leopold, I know [A] when I'm knackered.
He spills the [F#] vino, the great eager beaver, [E] drenching her jumpsuit and my [A] joie de vivre.
[D] [C#m] Leopold Alcox, stirring my spleen, [F#] you [G] are the grit in [E] my [A] life's vaseline.
[D] The pox on [C#m] you, Alcox, [Bm] you've been here since [F#] February.
Go home and [E] leave me alone with [A] my debris.
[E] [A] [E]
[A] So, Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [G] religion, [E] has gone away home after his [A]
visitation.
I glimpsed him waving [F#] bye-bye this [Bm] last minute, [E] waving his hand with my doorknob still [N] in it.
[F#]
This one is, for a change, about a fella, about a certain Leopold Alcox.
[E] [A]
[E] [A] Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [Bm] relation, [E] came to my flat for [E] a brief visitation.
[A] He's been here since [F#] February, damned blast him, [E] my nerves and my furniture may not [A] outlast him.
[C#m] Leopold [Bm] Alcox is accident [F#] prone, he's lost my buff [E] plug, he's ruptured [A] my telephone,
my [C#m] anti [Bm]-rinems, my [C#m] motorbikes, my sofa, [F#] there isn't [E] anything he [A] can't trip over.
[E] [A] As he roams through my [F#] rooms all my [Bm] pussycats scatter, [E] my statuettes tremble,
then plummet, [A] then shatter, my table-lamps tumble [F#] with grim [E] regularity.
My cut glass has crumbled, and so has [A] my charioteer.
Leopold [Bm] Alcox, an [C#m] uncanny creature, he [Bm] can't take tea [E] without some [A] misadventure.
[D] He looks up [C#m] from his teacup with a smirk on his features, [F#] and a slice of my [E] porcelain [A] between his dentures.
[E]
[A] He's upset my goldfish, [F#] he's jinxed my [Em] wisteria, my [E] budgie's gone broody, my tortoise has [A]
hysteria.
He cleans my teapots, [F#m] my saucepans [Bm] with [E] brasso, and leaves chocolate fingerprints on my [A] Picasso.
[D]
[C#m] Leopold Alcox, never [C#] known to fail, [F#] working his way [E] through my frail [A] chibundales.
[D] One blow [C#m] from his thighs, which are [G#m] fearsomely strong, [F#] would easily [Bm] [E] fracture the wing [A] of a swan.
[E] [A] I'm brought home, my bird, [F#] for some [Bm] Turkish moussaka.
[E] Up looms old Leopold, I know [A] when I'm knackered.
He spills the [F#] vino, the great eager beaver, [E] drenching her jumpsuit and my [A] joie de vivre.
[D] [C#m] Leopold Alcox, stirring my spleen, [F#] you [G] are the grit in [E] my [A] life's vaseline.
[D] The pox on [C#m] you, Alcox, [Bm] you've been here since [F#] February.
Go home and [E] leave me alone with [A] my debris.
[E] [A] [E]
[A] So, Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [G] religion, [E] has gone away home after his [A]
visitation.
I glimpsed him waving [F#] bye-bye this [Bm] last minute, [E] waving his hand with my doorknob still [N] in it.
[F#]
Key:
E
A
F#
Bm
C#m
E
A
F#
_ Most of my songs, as you gather, are about women, about being in love, or at least about living tissue.
This one is, for a change, about a fella, about a certain Leopold Alcox. _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [Bm] relation, [E] came to my flat for [E] a brief visitation.
[A] He's been here since [F#] February, damned blast him, [E] my nerves and my furniture may not [A] outlast him.
_ [C#m] Leopold [Bm] Alcox is accident [F#] prone, he's lost my buff [E] plug, he's ruptured [A] my telephone,
my [C#m] anti [Bm]-rinems, my [C#m] motorbikes, my sofa, [F#] there isn't [E] anything he [A] can't trip over. _
[E] _ _ _ [A] As he roams through my [F#] rooms all my [Bm] pussycats scatter, [E] my statuettes tremble,
then plummet, [A] then shatter, my table-lamps tumble [F#] with grim _ [E] regularity.
My cut glass has crumbled, and so has [A] my charioteer.
Leopold [Bm] Alcox, an [C#m] uncanny creature, he [Bm] can't take tea [E] without some [A] misadventure.
[D] He looks up [C#m] from his teacup with a smirk on his features, [F#] and a slice of my [E] porcelain [A] between his dentures.
_ [E] _
_ [A] He's upset my goldfish, [F#] he's jinxed my [Em] wisteria, my [E] budgie's gone broody, my tortoise has [A]
hysteria.
He cleans my teapots, [F#m] my saucepans [Bm] with [E] brasso, and leaves chocolate fingerprints on my [A] Picasso.
[D] _
[C#m] Leopold Alcox, never [C#] known to fail, [F#] working his way [E] through my frail [A] chibundales.
[D] One blow [C#m] from his thighs, which are [G#m] fearsomely strong, [F#] would easily [Bm] [E] fracture the wing [A] of a swan.
_ _ [E] _ [A] I'm brought home, my bird, [F#] for some [Bm] Turkish moussaka.
[E] Up looms old Leopold, I know [A] when I'm knackered.
He spills the [F#] vino, the great eager beaver, [E] drenching her jumpsuit and my [A] joie de vivre.
[D] _ [C#m] Leopold Alcox, stirring my spleen, [F#] you [G] are the grit in [E] my [A] life's vaseline.
[D] The pox on [C#m] you, Alcox, [Bm] you've been here since [F#] February.
Go home and [E] leave me alone with [A] my debris.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] So, _ Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [G] religion, [E] has gone away home after his [A]
visitation.
I glimpsed him waving [F#] bye-bye this [Bm] last minute, [E] waving his hand with my doorknob still [N] in it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
This one is, for a change, about a fella, about a certain Leopold Alcox. _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [Bm] relation, [E] came to my flat for [E] a brief visitation.
[A] He's been here since [F#] February, damned blast him, [E] my nerves and my furniture may not [A] outlast him.
_ [C#m] Leopold [Bm] Alcox is accident [F#] prone, he's lost my buff [E] plug, he's ruptured [A] my telephone,
my [C#m] anti [Bm]-rinems, my [C#m] motorbikes, my sofa, [F#] there isn't [E] anything he [A] can't trip over. _
[E] _ _ _ [A] As he roams through my [F#] rooms all my [Bm] pussycats scatter, [E] my statuettes tremble,
then plummet, [A] then shatter, my table-lamps tumble [F#] with grim _ [E] regularity.
My cut glass has crumbled, and so has [A] my charioteer.
Leopold [Bm] Alcox, an [C#m] uncanny creature, he [Bm] can't take tea [E] without some [A] misadventure.
[D] He looks up [C#m] from his teacup with a smirk on his features, [F#] and a slice of my [E] porcelain [A] between his dentures.
_ [E] _
_ [A] He's upset my goldfish, [F#] he's jinxed my [Em] wisteria, my [E] budgie's gone broody, my tortoise has [A]
hysteria.
He cleans my teapots, [F#m] my saucepans [Bm] with [E] brasso, and leaves chocolate fingerprints on my [A] Picasso.
[D] _
[C#m] Leopold Alcox, never [C#] known to fail, [F#] working his way [E] through my frail [A] chibundales.
[D] One blow [C#m] from his thighs, which are [G#m] fearsomely strong, [F#] would easily [Bm] [E] fracture the wing [A] of a swan.
_ _ [E] _ [A] I'm brought home, my bird, [F#] for some [Bm] Turkish moussaka.
[E] Up looms old Leopold, I know [A] when I'm knackered.
He spills the [F#] vino, the great eager beaver, [E] drenching her jumpsuit and my [A] joie de vivre.
[D] _ [C#m] Leopold Alcox, stirring my spleen, [F#] you [G] are the grit in [E] my [A] life's vaseline.
[D] The pox on [C#m] you, Alcox, [Bm] you've been here since [F#] February.
Go home and [E] leave me alone with [A] my debris.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] So, _ Leopold [F#] Alcox, my distant [G] religion, [E] has gone away home after his [A]
visitation.
I glimpsed him waving [F#] bye-bye this [Bm] last minute, [E] waving his hand with my doorknob still [N] in it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _