Chords for Robyn Hitchcock - Brenda's Iron Sledge

The next song our studio artists are going to perform for you, they are doing partly at my suggestion.
It does contain, you see, my all-time favourite pair of lines.
Possibly, indeed, the greatest couplet in the entire history of the pop lyric, and it goes like this.
I'm quoting.
All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge.
Please don't call me Reg.
It's not my name.
I give you Robin Hitchcock and the Egyptians.
_ _ [G] _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Hands down hill, our hands fly back.
Our fingers bleed, our hair falls out, our hair falls out.
In trees, our hair falls out.
Giant biscuit mumps [F] spout.
Steaming air, as hot as [G] sprouts.
_ _ _ _ _ [F]
Brenda's iron sledge.
[G] All aboard, _ [F]
Brenda's [C] iron sledge.
_ The ones on top are comfortable.
_ Beyond a human chain, a human chain is sinking on.
A human chain.
Humans compress, their minds see [F] flash.
A freezing end, a roaming [G] doom.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F]
Brenda's [C] iron sledge.
[F] Please don't call [C] me Reg.
It's [G] not my name.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ Such a deep-up-arthing in his head.
[D] He's like a pit-hole, taking in [C] and out. _
[B] The body's rear, [C#] the body is his [C] seat.
And [D]
disintegrates.
[B] _ _ _ _ [C] God knows, it's got to be [F] worse.
Brenda's shovel's on the [G] worse. _
All aboard, _ [F] Brenda's [C] iron sledge.
[G]
All aboard, [F#] _ _ [F] Brenda's iron sledge.
[A]
All [F] aboard, _ Brenda's [C] iron sledge.
[F] Please don't call [C] me Reg.
It's not [G] my name.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _ _