C#m A F#m x2 C#m Here comes the maven heʼs coming around A Heʼs such a connoisseur heʼs such an autograph hound, yeah F#m Heʼs got 60 yes men and they tend to agree C#m Thereʼs a lawman built without any eyes A Heʼs got my number, but heʼs got your size, yeah F#m And if you measure up a short trip could be wise E Gm Just turn the light off when you go E Gm Just tell the jury all you know Am Bm C Cm Heʼll send a sign to you over the sea C#m There goes the maven sowing his seed A One for the rock one for the hand that feeds, yeah F#m He reaps the harvest with a sleight of hand C#m Just say the magic word heʼs at your side A Beware his tender touch his plans are chilly and wide, yeah F#m Sleeps through the winter in a wide quiet land E Gm Just turn the light off when you go E Gm Just tell the jury all you know Am Bm C Cm Heʼll send a sign to you over the sea C#m A F#m x2 C#m Here is the maven draining the cup A He takes your arm then he eats you up, yeah F#m There is a surfeit of everything you crave C#m Here is the maven signing the cheque A He bought us dinner so what the fucking heck, yeah F#m There is a surplus of everything you save E Gm Just turn the light off when you go E Gm Just tell the jury all you know Am Bm C Cm Heʼll send a sign to you over the sea C#m A F#m
