F  E7  C  F   G  C  Am  F  G
Fm  G  Cm   Fm  G  Cm  Bb  Ab  Db  G   Ab  D  G

[Verse 1]
C       F             C
Looking through their windows
        F               G
Peering through lace curtains
C              Edim7 Ab
All the little la----dies
     Bbm       F          Gm
With grey-hair hat-pinned heads
         G                          Cm
Watching people they know who don't understand
             Fm                        Cm
That they're living their lonely lives second-hand
     Ab                        G     Ab  D  G
Even second-hand's better than none


[Verse 2]
C         F       C
Spreading all the gossip
       F            G
Baking cakes for teatime
C              Edim7 Ab
All the little la----dies
     Bbm    F      Gm
With lonely single beds
         G                          Cm
Watching children they know as they jump and play
       Fm                          Cm
Trying giving them sweets but they run away
     Ab                        G     Ab  D  G
Even naughty boys' better than none


[Verse 3]
C      F        C
Sunday lunch is coming
     F          G
In a van of kindness
C              Edim7 Ab
All the little la----dies
     Bbm        F       Gm
With no friends but the dead
         G                       Cm
Watching doctor they know, as he takes their pulse
       Fm                          Cm
Trying giving a smile, for there's nothing else
          Ab                     G     Ab  D  G
Even this sad life's better than none