INTRO:
B

VERSE 1:
Em          D     Bm7           Am
 My love is alien, I picked her up by chance
C                D                A         Em
 She speaks to me with ultra-high frequency
Em       D            Bm7                Am
 A radio band of gold, gonna listen 'til I grow old
C
 Ooh hoo hoo
Em
 What more can a poor boy...

CHORUS:
   Am                D                 G                 E
||---0---0---0---0-|---0---0---0---0-|-----------------|---0---0---0---0-|
||-----0---1---3---|-3---1---0-------|---3---3---3---3-|-----3---1---0---|
||-2---------------|-------------2---|-0---2---4---5---|-1---------------|
||-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
||-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
||-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
    do...?                                       What more can a poor boy

  Am                D                 G                 B
E|---0---0---0---0-|---0---0---0---0-|-----------------|-2---2-----------| |
B|-----0---1---3---|-3---1---0-------|---3---3---3---3-|-4---4-----------| |
G|-2---------------|-------------2---|-0---2---4---5---|-4---4-----------| |
D|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-4---4-----------| |
A|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-2---2-----------| |
E|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |
  do...?

VERSE 2:
 The crackle of the radio, a message in the evening sky
 You're looking at an interplanetary Romeo
 I'll never see her face - between us there's too much space
 Ooh hoo hoo
 What more can a poor boy...

CHORUS (as before)

G  O:
 Em   D   Bm7   Am  (x4, then)  C   Em

OUTRO: (Ad lib lyrics from chorus)
 Am   D    G    E   (x8, then)  C   Em


   \\\\   John Kean
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