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( Intro F C F C F C A# C7 ) F Dm on the bleakest day autumn could muster A# C in a church to which they’ll not return F Dm i thought back to a time when i could trust her F A# C to a time when there wasn’t john byrne . Gm A# and in a cruel twist of fate which so often F C occurs in tales such as this F Dm i found myself catering reception A# C and there were urges i had to resist . F Dm not least ’cos john byrne is much fitter F A# C C7 and the straightener to him holds no fears F A7 Dm A# so if the chocolate in the fountain tastes bitter F C F ( as Intro ) it’s because it’s been laced with my tears . F Dm celebrations were well underway when A# C her father prayed silence and spoke F Dm he said "it’s not like i’m losing a daughter as . . . " A# C ( violently starting to choke ) . Gm A# and in a gesture which said "i’m fast fading F C could somebody dial 999?" F Dm he valiantly toasted my capers F A# C with a glass of what he thought was wine . F Dm A# C it was gone half past ten before folk cottoned on F A A# ( instr ) by which time i’d landed in wick . F Dm so if what’s in the fondue’s to die for F A# C C7 it’s got nothing to do with the cheese F A7 Dm F and if what’s in the punchbowl seems lethal A# C F it’s because it’s two - thirds anti - freeze .