Words: Roger Burton West Music: Paul Simon, Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover
Date: 25 March, 1995

Em Bm Am B7-9 B7
It's an environmental thing, she said to me,
Em C&7 C&7 C+add7 B7
For we were never meant to be out here, you see,
Em Bm Am B7-9
You'll fry, or freeze, or burst, or crash, or drift eternally,
B7 Em Am Em
There must be fifty ways to kill a spaceman.

She said the money's good, but not enough to pay,
For all the risks we take by being here today,
So I'm retiring, I'll go back home and say,
There must be fifty ways to kill a spaceman.

G
The engines can blow, Joe,
A#
Fall into a well, Nell,
C
Get too near the sun, John,
Em
Just listen to me.
G
Take too many rads, Chad,
A#
Just run out of air, Clare,
C
Crash into a rock, Jock,
Em
You'll die floating free.

She said it grieves me to see you in such pain,
But if I tried to rescue you, we'd both die, that is plain,
I said I appreciate that, and could you tell me once again,
About the fifty ways.

She said consider just how lucky 'tis you are,
Your life seems to have been quite good to you so far,
At least it will stop troub'ling you when you impact on Mars,
There must be fifty ways to kill a spaceman.

Chorus