From the recording 132 - The Other Way Round

Lyrics

Lou Reed said
Three chords is Jazz

It was a perfect day

When I heard him say that
(I play jazz)

My fingers make shapes
And the strings make a sound
And my heart skips a beat

Or the other way round



The other way round

The other way round

I’m up a creek without a paddle

Or the other way round



A fella called Hank sang
 three chords and the truth

It was a perfect day

When I heard him sing that

(Here’s the truth)

My fingers make shapes

And the strings make a sound

And my heart skips a beat

Or the other way round



The other way round

The other way round

I’m up a creek without a paddle

Or the other way round

The other way round

The other way round
I’m up a creek without a paddle
Or the other way round (to the bridge)



A theory of everything

Everybody’s got one

But I haven’t got one

So here’s a song instead



George Harrison said my guitar gently weeps

It was a perfect day

When I heard him say that
(Cry baby cry)

My fingers make shapes
And the strings make a sound
And my heart skips a beat

Or the other way round

Yes my fingers make shapes
And the strings make a sound
And my heart skips a beat

Or the other way round

The other way round

The other way round

I’m up a creek without a paddle

Or the other way round

The other way round

The other way round

I’m up a creek without a paddle

Or the other way round

The other way round

The other way round

I’m up a creek without a paddle 

A paddle without a creek
In a fight without a battle

And my heart skips a beat

My heart skips a beat
My heart skips a beat

Or the other way round