He Thought Of Cars

(Bm) 
Moscow‘s still red 
 
(F#) 
The young mans dead 
 
(D) 
Gone to heaven instead 
 
(C) (Em) (C) (Em) 
The evening news says he was confused 
 
(Bm) (F#) 
The motorways will all merge soon 
 
(D) 
Lottery winner buys the moon 
 
(C) (Em) 
They‘ve come to save us 
 
(C) (Em) 
The space invaders are here 
 
 
 
(A) 
He thought of cars 
 
(Em) 
And where, where to drive them 
 
(Bm) 
And who to drive them with 
 
(A) (F#) 
And there, there was no one, no one 
 
 
 
(Bm) (F#) 
There‘s panic at London Heathrow 
 
(D) (C) (Em) 
Everybody wants to go up into the blue 
 
(C) (Em) 
But there‘s a ten year queue 
 
(Bm) (F#) 
Columbia is in top gear 
 
(D) 
It shouldn‘t snow at this time year 
 
(C) (Em) 
Now Americas shot gone 
 
(C) (Em) 
And done the lot 
 
 
 
(A) 
He thought of planes and where, 
 
(Em) 
Where to fly to 
 
(Bm) 
And who to fly there with 
 
(A) (F#) 
And there, there was no one, no one