(intro) F# E (x4) E Eb B D F# Telephone call telling me my old friend Graham had died E Eb G#m F# I took a ride down to where I could be of assistance. E Eb B D F# I said to his wife don?t give into grieving cliché and turn E Eb G#m F# His side of the room into a shrine, it just doesn?t work. B F# B My arm round her shoulder, gently I told her E Eb G#m (instr) F# E (x4) Dead men don?t need season tickets.
E Eb B D F# Now that he?s gone you?re gonna need a helping hand with the lawn E Eb G#m F# Various chores ? not least of all, those funeral arrangements. E Eb B D F# If I were you I?d get myself away from all that relates E Eb G#m F# Week in the lakes, reasonable rates early September. B F# B Now I?m no hotelier, just thought I?d tell yer E Eb G#m F# Dead men don?t need season tickets. B F# B Maybe I?m forward, maybe I?m morbid E Eb G#m F# Dead men don?t need season tickets. E Eb G#m Dead men don?t need season tickets. F# B F# B In the mortuary, in the mortuary F# B F# B F# E F# E F# E F# In the mortuary, in the mortuary.