One! Two! Three!   
       
           A 
(Elvis) Oh lover,   
          F#m 
I've been missing you so long.   
        A 
Can't recover,   
     F#m 
So I have to sing this song.   
   D 
No other,   
    D                             E 
I'm dying from this long-distance love,   
E 
Lover.   
  
      A      
Don't wanna,   
       F#m 
Be without you any more.   
      A 
Was a gonna,   
         F#m 
When you walked right out my door.   
   D 
No funn-er,   
      D                         E 
Wanna pack right up and go do a runner.   
      E 
In my Torana.   
       
A(stop)            E(stop) 
Though we may poke, out our pelvis,   
F#m(stop)        D(stop)     D       (stop) 
  This bit isn't, very Elvis-y_____.   
             E 
But this bit iiiiiiisssssssssss...   
       
A                          A       D 
Don't need no banker or no lawyer,   
                    A           D 
Don't need no naval destroyer,   
                           A      D 
Don't need to loiter in no foyer,   
D 
I'm far away from you,   
    F#m         E 
And every day I bleed,   
             D              E(stop) 
So won't you tell me what I need...   
       A 
Doctor Spoya?   
       
         A 
I'm heartbroken,   
       F#m 
I just can't concentrate.   
        A 
I'm not jokin',   
               F#m 
I've made some terrible mistakes...   
                D 
... since we've spoken.   
                                   E 
I fed my favourite fish with Epsom Salts.   
            E 
Now they're chokin'.   
       
        E 
Scod:  Man, once I fed my fish with Epsom Salts, they're almost relaxed to death.   
   Man, my fish are so chilled out, they're like gangster rappers.   
   They're like Cyprus Hill fish.   
       
Scod and Yon make rapping beat noises 
Gatesy:  (Gangster rapping) I was on a roll,   
   Just swimmin' round my bowl.   
   Put me in a weird mood,   
   Epsom Salts in my food!   
   Now I breakdance and I spin,   
   With my flappy-flappy fins, and the...   
       
   (Pause)   
       
Yon:  No!   
Gatesy:  That was good! They liked that!   
   (Gangster rap) Yeah, all right. Thank you for coming round.   
Yon:  That is not how fish rap!   
   Give me a beat...   
Scod:  How do fish rap?   
Yon:  I'll show ya...   
       
Yon:  Gurgle, gurgle, blubb, blubb, gurgle, gurgle...   
       
Gatesy:  Yeah, fine, thanks...   
       
      E(stop)                     A     D 
(Elvis) Don't need no Janet or no Toya,   
                         A      D 
Don't need no Bert or no Moira,   
                   A       D 
You're my Helen of Troy-a,   
 
 
I'm far away from you,   
    F#m         E 
And every day I bleed,   
             D              E(stop) 
So won't you tell me what I need...   
                               A        D 
Don't need no Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer,   
                               A        D 
Don't need no Backstreet or no Boy-a,   
                         A      D 
Don't need no H.G. or no Roy-a,   
 
 
I'm far away from you,   
    F#m         E 
And every day I bleed,   
             D              E(let ring) 
So won't you tell me what I need...   
       
Scod:  Doctor...   
Gatesy:  Doctor...   
Yon:  Doctor...   
       A        A A A A A    
Doctor Spoya?   
       
Gatesy:  Thanks so much!   
Yon:  Yeah!   
Scod:  Thank you!