ON YOUR OWN B E F# Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges B E F# The sound of magic music in his ears B A E F# Videoed by a bus load of tourists B E F# Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade B E F# Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order B E F# From a man in a tee-pee in California B A E F# He said he once was that great game show performer B E F# E F# Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away B E So take me home, don't leave me alone F# E I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad B E No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla F# E I dream to riot, oh you should try it B E I'll eat parole get gold card soul F# E Your joy of life is on a roll B E F# And we'll all be the same in the end B E Cos then you're on your own F# B E F# Then you're on your own B E F# Well, we all go happy day-glo in the discos B E F# The sound of magic music in our brains B A E F# Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors B E F# Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space E F# I'm in outer space