Lyrics:

Em-C-GEm-G-C-GC-A-GC-G-C-GE-D-GSo we were standing, like the last rock band on the planetOf vapor trails and alpine skiesIt's all green fields, yellow flowers, and brown liquorOh brown liquorBug's got a job in the CatskillsMet some fraulein along the wayTook her home, but then she had an episodeThough it did disturb him, he was strangely compelledSeven days will I've been waitingSeven days and seven nightsSeven days will I've been dreamingOf the real thingOf the real thingSo we were standing around, fading in and out of fashionWhile Amerikids dug EurobeatsWell we know all of the doormen and other bartendressesAnd there ain't nothing that you don't got that we don't needDid I say that right?Seven days will I've been waitingSeven days and seven nightsSeven days will I've been dreamingOf the real thingOf the real thing

Cracker Seven Days