Em-c-g
Em-g-c-g
C-a-g
C-g-c-g
E-d-g
So we were standing, like the last rock band on the planet
Of vapor trails and alpine skies
Its all green fields, yellow flowers, and brown liquor
Oh brown liquor
Bugs got a job in the catskills
Met some fraulein along the way
Took her home, but then she had an episode
Though it did disturb him, he was strangely compelled
Seven days will Ive been waiting
Seven days and seven nights
Seven days will Ive been dreaming
Of the real thing
Of the real thing
So we were standing around, fading in and out of fashion
While amerikids dug eurobeats
Well we know all of the doormen and other bartendresses
And there aint nothing that you dont got that we dont need
Did I say that right?
Seven days will Ive been waiting
Seven days and seven nights
Seven days will Ive been dreaming
Of the real thing
Of the real thing