Intro is something like:

B-4–2–4–2–0–2—- repeated over and over
G-1——————-

And there’s a bunch of lyrics that I can’t quite make out….

And all the world is football shaped
It’s just for me to kick its face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working o – ver – time
Trying to take this all in, I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working o – ver – time
Trying to taste the difference between a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the truth will softly chime

Chords:
B [-]- 799877
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hey, hey the clouds are whey
there’s straw for the tinkers and
the innocents can all sleep safely
all sleep safely
my, my,sun is pie
there’s fodder for the cannons and
the guilty one’s can all sleep safely
all sleep safely
and all the world is football-shaped
it’s just for me to kick in space

and I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
and I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
senses working overtime
trying to take this all in
I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
senses working overtime
trying to taste the difference
between a lemon and a lime
pain and the pleasure and
the church bells softly chime

hey, hey, night fights day
there’s food for the tinkers and
the innocents can all live slowly
all live slowly
my, my, the sky will cry
jewels for the thirsty and
the guilty one’s can all die slowly
all die slowly
and all the world is biscuit-shaped
it’s just for me to feed my face
and I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
and I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
senses working overtime

and birds might fall from black skies
and bullies might give you black eyes
but to me they’re very very beautiful (englands glory)
beautiful (a striking beauty)
and all the world is football shaped
it’s just for me to kick in space
and I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
and I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
senses working overtime
trying to take all this in
I’ve got one, two, three, four five
senses working overtime
try to tell the difference
between the goods and crimes
dirt and treasure and there’s
one, two, three, four, five
senses working overtime…….

from Darcy

Date: Sat, 9 Sep 1995 02:50:43 -0400

Holly Up On Poppy (or Olive up on Popeye)
by XTC written by Andy (Danny?) Partridge

transcribed by king_jeffe@aol.com (Jeff Fariello)

Dmaj(A) Gmin(A) Dmin Db-aug Cdim-sus4 Cmin7b5

2 3 – – – –

O O 7 7 4 4

O O 5 4 3 3

– – – – – –

___________________________________________________

Gmaj Amaj Bb7 Fmaj A-aug A6 A7

O [-]2 6 1 6 7 8
O 2 7 2 6 6 6

O 2 6 3 7 7 7
2 O 8 3 O O O
__________[-]____________________[-]_______[-]______[-]________

Gmaj6 Amaj6 Dmaj6

[-] [-] [-]



[-] [-]
_________________[-]__________________________________

Dmaj(A) Gmin(A) … repeat

Holly up on poppy , cantor never stop ….

...escaped from the world , where they bake beautiful girls

…every day I , have to pluck up …

Dmin Db-aug Cdim-sus4 Cmin7b5 Fmaj

courage to look her in the eyes , the eyes of storms………………

…anyway I , love to watch her …

Dmin Db-aug Cdim-sus4 A-aug A6 A7
ride and play , the alchemy , that love performed……..laugh—-ter!

“YADA-YADA-YADA…BA-BEE-BA-BA…etc..etc..”

(ending..)

Dmaj(A)-Gmin(A)………..Gmaj6 Amaj6 Dmaj6

holly up on poppyyyyyy eeeeeee eeeeeee

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