(intro)(while whistling)E|-----------------------------------------------------------|B|-----------------------------------------------------------|G|-------5-----5-----------4-----5-----5-----5---------------|D|-----------------------------------------------------------|A|----3-----3-----3--3--2-----3-----3-----3------------------|E|-----------------------------------------------------------|(part A)C            F       G       CGetting hung up all day on smiles          F          G        CWalking down Portobello Road for miles           F             GGreeting strangers in Indian bootsF           GYellow ties and old brown suitsAm                 GGrowing old is my only dan - ger(part B)C       F           G      CCuckoo clocks and plastic socks        F   G       CLampshades of old antique leather               F          G      AmNothing looks weird, not even a beardF             GOr the boots made out of feathersF       CI keep walking miles       F               C'til I feel a broom beneath my feetF       COr the hawking eyes        G                G7Of an old stuffed bull across the street           F           G       CNothing's the same if you see it again        F      G       CIt'll be broken down to litter            F       G       AmOh and the clothes everyone knowsF                     GThat that dress will never fit her(part C) C F  G C(whistling)F  G C(whistling)F   G Am(more whistling)F F  G G G G G G G G G G G G(all strummed downward quickly)(repeat parts a and b and then part a again with the last line)Am G C F G CGrowing old is my only dan - ger(outro) (while whistling)E|-----------------------------------------------------------|B|---------1-----1-----0-------------------------------------|G|---------0-----2-----0-------------------------------------|D|------2-----3--------------2-------------------------------|A|---3--------------------3-----3----------------------------|E|------------------3----------------------------------------|