D A E I can see your silhouette from where I sit A E D E Not all of your garden lights are properly lit D A E Now, I was the one supposed to go on the attack A E D E You were in the house with our old centre back D A E He learned the secrets of a good sales pitch A E D E My sources tell me that he's filthy rich D A E You mistook me for the painter at the private view A E D E I was merely standing in the champagne queue [Chorus 1] C#m F#m But if you think I look good in a beret D A D A Then I'd be more than happy C#m F#m To be there and to get the chance to say Bm E D A D F#m That art just imitates football [Interlude] D A E A E D E x2 [Verse 2] D A E Now, from my view here behind the tree A E D E It's easy to see why it's him and not me D A E A towering figure projected on the shade A E D E Our centre back he was never afraid D A E Now, I was never much of a number nine A E D E And I thought I was too bright for the assembly line D A E You mistook me for the painter at the private view A E D E I was merely standing in the alcohol queue [Chorus 2] C#m F#m But if you think I look good in a beret D A D A Then I'd be more than happy C#m F#m To be there and to get the chance to say Bm E D A D F#m That life just imitates football [Outro] C#m F#m D A D A C#m F#m Bm E D A D F#m