E Eb B D F# Telephone call telling me my old friend Graham had died E Eb G#m F# I took a ride down to where I could be of assistance. E Eb B D F# I said to his wife don’t give into grieving cliché and turn E Eb G#m F# His side of the room into a shrine, it just doesn’t work. B F# B My arm round her shoulder, gently I told her E Eb G#m (instr) F# E (x4) Dead men don’t need season tickets. E Eb B D F# Now that he’s gone you’re gonna need a helping hand with the lawn E Eb G#m F# Various chores – not least of all, those funeral arrangements. E Eb B D F# If I were you I’d get myself away from all that relates E Eb G#m F# Week in the lakes, reasonable rates early September. B F# B Now I’m no hotelier, just thought I’d tell yer E Eb G#m F# Dead men don’t need season tickets. B F# B Maybe I’m forward, maybe I’m morbid E Eb G#m F# Dead men don’t need season tickets. E Eb G#m Dead men don’t need season tickets. F# B F# B In the mortuary, in the mortuary F# B F# B F# E F# E F# E F# In the mortuary, in the mortuary.