(The subject of this song, William Wittmam informs us, is snooker.)

G               Dm                   Em          C
I find I fall into each night what passes for a dream
G                  Dm                     Em                C
But all I see are pinks and blacks and I don't know what they mean
Cm             Gm                   Bm                 E
My opponent's got the edge but his face just can't be seen
E   C       D                  G  C  G
And I...........'m  locked into green

I been up since 8 oclock smoking endless cigarettes
And I'll be at the table as the bookies take their bets
A shot of drink to steady nerves and I'll wipe that table clean
And I...........'m  locked into green

C                                    G
Reds and blues, yellows, greens and browns
C                            D
If I keep my eye in I will      put them down
Cm                     Gm                         Bm                 E
There's other ways of life out there but there's nothing they could mean
E   C       D                      G  F  E
Because I...........'m  locked into green
E   C       D                      G  C  G
Oh I...........'m  locked into green
G                G    C G    G               G    C  G
I'm locked into green,      I'm locked into green
G                G
I'm locked into green