The Young Reporter (by Henk Hofstede)


D  Em  Hm  A    Dm  Em  Hm  A


D       Em Hm    A
  Hands up,   he said
D        Em            Hm         A
  If you move a little bit you're dead
Hm           F#m         Em        A       D   Em  Hm  A
  I want the secret that you were about to get


  Tonight they win
  I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in
  I'll have to write a song, whether it's right or wrong


     G                      D             F#m
     Here comes the young reporter in his overcoat
     G                 D             F#m
     I'm on the tape recorder in his motorboat
           Am        Em       A
     Is he coming in time for me


  Click clack, turn the key
  They came back to transport me
  I'll get used to music mystery


  Black car, dark street
  Red light, high speed
  Rope is tight around my hands and feet


     Here comes the young...

                                 (5x)   G   D   A

                                   D  Em  Hm  A

  Too late, it's done
  I'm on a record and I'll have to stay on
  It's on the playlist, with a little luck it's number one


  This is the story about a writer of songs
  You see the smoke is coming out of his lungs
  You'll have to write a song, whether it's right or wrong


     (chorus instrumental)


         Hands up!
                       Hm   A   D   (7 times, repeating "hands up"
                                       every now and then)


(Transscription by Suonna Kononen suseko@cc.jyu.fi)