Capo: 4th fret

[Chorus]
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
And everybody’s on it
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G
Though the product’s pretty
D C
It’s en evident pity now
D Em
That they don’t want it
D C
No, they just don’t want it

[Bridge]
C Em
Ladies and gentlemen
Bm
I would like to introduce you
Em Am
To the tale of Fickle Fran
C G D
Your local unofficial salesman

[Verse 1]
C Em
Franny’s not rich no, neither poor
Bm Em
Sells knock-off clobber door to door
Am C
Says winter’s far too cold
G D
And the wages don’t come near
C Em
On a sunny prom he’ll sell to masses
Bm Em
Cheap handbags and fake sunglasses
Am C
Like he’s in a crackhouse
G D
And he’s a dealer pushing gear

[Pre-Chorus]
C G D
Sets up a stall near where the band begins to play
C G N.C.
But Fran, he’s living in ten years yesterday
N.C.
And as the bands sings

[Chorus]
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
And everybody’s on it
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G
Though the product’s pretty
D C
It’s en evident pity now
D C
That they don’t want it

[Bridge]
C Em Bm
As the sun beats down and the beverages pour
Em Am C
Fran pulls a frown because the game he once knew
G D
Ain’t the same anymore

[Verse 2]
C Em
Burning skin, pouring sweat
Bm Em
The man’s not sold an item yet
Am C
He sighs “Life’s getting harder now
G D
And this job’s become a curse”
C Em
Fran admits with heavy shame
Bm Em
“Things went downhill since Bezos came
Am C
And all these eastern websites
G D
Well they’ve made things even worse”

[Pre-Chorus]
C G
Poor Fickle Francis
D
Just won’t admit defeat
C G
He now prays for winter
D
To get back on his feet
D
And as the band sings

[Chorus]
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
And everybody’s on it
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G
Though the product’s pretty
D C
It’s en evident pity now
D C
That they don’t want it

[Bridge]
C G D
So he tries a different door
C G D
With claims of selling everything you need and more
C G D Em
Says “I’m living with an eye on bailiffs after me”
C G D
Still rather this than working in a factory

[Out-Chorus]
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
The sun’s out in the city
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G D
And everybody’s on it
Am Em
Ba badadada ba
G
Though the product’s pretty
D C
It’s en evident pity now
D Em
That they don’t want it