Rolling Stones - 19th nervous breakdown

ROLLING STONES- 19TH NERVOUS BREAKDOWN 

            E7
You're the kind of person you meet at certain
Dismal dull affairs
Center of the crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
         A7
Well it seems to me that you have seen
Too much in too few years
      E7
And though you've tried, you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears
            B7          A7
You better stop, look around
         E7                            A7
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
      E7
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
When you were a child you were treated kind
But never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night
      A7
Your mother who neglected you
owes a million dollars tax
          E7
And your father's still perfecting ways
Of making ceiling wax
            B7          A7
You better stop, look around
         E7                            A7
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
      E7
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
B7                        E7
Oh, who's to blame? That girl's just insane
     A7
Well nothing I do don't seem to work
    B7                                    E7
It only seems to make matters worse, oh please
You were still in school when you had that fool
Who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind
   A7
On our first trip I tried so hard
To rearrange your mind
    E7
But after awhile I realized you were
Disarranging mine
            B7          A7
You better stop, look around
         E7                            A7
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
      E7
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
B7                        E7
Oh, who's to blame? That girl's just insane
      A7
Well nothing I do don't seem to work
    B7                                    E7
It only seems to make matters worse, oh please
You're the kind of person you meet at certain
Dismal dull affairs
Center of the crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
         A7
Well it seems to me that you have seen
Too much in too few years
      E7
And though you've tried, you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears
            B7          A7             E7
You better stop, look around, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown