F C7

Underneath the lamppost by the village gate,

F

I'd practice my uke al fresco 'til it was late.

Gm

Then Lewis Management said the CCNR's

F

precluded strumming past 1800 hours...so

F C7

I strum amongst the shoes and clothes

F

That's inconvenient, I suppose

Gm

but then, again, I'm one of those:

C7 F

I'm a closet strum-mer.

F C7

Sleeves get tangled in my strings,

F

I'm always wearing rumpled things,

Gm

That's what a lack of talent brings:

C7 F

I'm a closet strum-mer.

F C7

Odors from those well worn shoes

F

give me cause to play the blues

Gm

But since my wife has the shorter fuse:

C7 F

I'm still a closet strum-mer.

F C7

One day I'll learn to play real good,

F

my notes will flood the neighborhood.

Gm

With unbounded joy, I'll give a shout:

C7 Gm F

“Look out world, I've Come Out!”

copyright M Medak 2009