Fools Gold
Raul Seixas
Cifras

[Intro] Eb  Eb7+  C#  C#7+  Bb7/4  Bb7  Eb 

Eb
Should now be feeling happy
Since I have a fine new job
An'wife an'family
I'm the model man who's made it
                 Fm
Every month a thousand bucks!
I should thank the Lord I have it
                     Bb7
And my success as an artist
Should be proud I've got a Chevy
                       Eb
I'm the kind of guy that lucks!
So, I should now be glad as glad
With my brand new home in the best quarter
After starving for two years
                             Fm
In this  of s of towns!
Should be proud of being socially
   Bb7
Respected and even feared
But I think this kind of success
                 Eb              Eb7
Is for circuses and for clowns!
          G#
You know, I should be vain and proud
To have won my place in life
But I must wow I'm dazed
                  Gm
And I just don't know where I am at
   G#
Because it was so easy pickings
So I ask myself "and now"?
   F7
I have so many worlds to conquer
        Bb7                    Eb     C# Bb7
And I know I cannot be even satisfied with that
     Eb
I should be happy God has granted me
Sundays that I wanted
With my family to play the father
              Fm
To play the husband?and display
But a monumental bore
Bb7
You will find I am and more
Don't you feel I'm happy and easy
                Eb
At the end of every day!
Stand against a looking glass
And see yourself?what an ass
God and devil took to mass
                            Fm
On ten percent use of your brain
You are doctor of philosophy
            Bb7
Priest or cooper, what a topper
Don't you wish you could grow young
                   Eb   Eb7
And start it all again
 G#
You won't find me gladly sittin'                                           
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  Gm
Waiting for my coming death
                 G#
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating flying saucers
                           F7
I'm awaiting, yes, I'm awaiting
At my neighbor's fence
              Bb7                Eb
Hoping and looking across the heath! Yeah!                                    
         G#
I that, you won't you find me gladly sitting                                           
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  Gm
Waiting for my coming death
                  G#
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating flying saucers, saucers
                           F7
I'm awaiting, yes, I'm awaiting
At my neighbor's fence
              Bb7                Eb
Hoping and looking across the heath!