Medley 
(Yell Help, Wednesday Night, Ugly)
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the Album Rock of the Westies
G F#  G A  G F#  G A  G F#
G    A                                                                  G    F#
Yell help, too many cooks and a bird in the bush, yell help
G     A                                                                           G    F#
Yell help, if your mirror busts and your cat gets cussed, yell help
            Bm                                                              E      D  Bm  D/A
`Cause down the road you find someone else who's looking
F#                                                               E
Down the road you find another sweet lady cooking
                      A     G    F#     G    A     G    F#
So I gotta yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help
G    A                                                                          G    F#
Yell help, some shelter from the storm like the travel agent warned
G    A                                                                                    G   F#
Yell help, if you can help your superstitions they gonna keep you warm
            Bm                                                                E      D  Bm D/A
`Cause down the road you find someone else who's looking
F#                                                                E
Down the road you seen another sweet lady cooking
                      A     G    F#     G    A      G    F#
So I gotta yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help
G    A      G    F#     G    A      G    F#    
Yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help
  Bbm 
I wish tonight wasn't Wednesday night
                                                     Ebm
I wish it wasn't the thirteenth of July
                    Ab                       
And you're looking at the guy whose eyes can't deny
            Db                       Eb                           Db
That he wishes he were somewhere else tonight
{Wednesday night again}
         D
Well I met this woman down in New Orleans
 
Lord she built just like a dream
A
Even wore stockings that had seams
                   A  Bb
And she was ugly
B            
Now hell I don't mind women of her kind
     E
I'll even pay sometimes for a woman that's ugly
D  
She built like a steamroller
             D
Just the kind to mow you over anytime
A                                    Bb
Hey the moment might arrive
      B
On bourbon street
                     
Well the ugliest woman you'll ever meet
               E                     
But she's mine all mine and she's ugly
                       A     G    F#     G    A      G    F#
So I better yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help
G    A      G    F#    G    A      G    F#
Yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help
G    A     G    F#   G    A     G    F#
{three lines below are said together & repeated)
             A                                                                            
She was Ugly,                                                         She was ugly
Yell Help,                                                                Yell Help
                I wish tonight wasn't wednesday ngiht,                  I wish it wasn't the 13 of July
G    F#    G   
Yell help