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| As Martin said | to Xanthe |
| E7 | A | |
| As they pl | ayed with wooden t | oys, |
| E | |
| "You may have Wendy's play | house, |
| E7 | A | |
| But w | here the hell's your b | oys?" |
| A | |
| As P | aul said to Fifi |
| E | |
| As they e | yed each other up, |
| E7 | |
| "You | may have better plimsolls, |
| A | |
| But you ca | n't pee standing up." |
| D | A | D | |
| An I'd | like to t | ake the time to b | ite |
| E | |
| Their neck and m | ake it bleed |
| D | A | |
| Or maybe I could c | ut holes in their |
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| Da | ddy Harris Tw | eed. |
| A | E | |
| And | I can't put my finger | on it. |
| E7 | A | |
| Maybe it's something in the f | ood, |
| E | |
| And I can't put my finger | on it |
| E7 | A | |
| All I know is Christ would have s | ued. |
| E | |
| As Sharon said to Ja | mie |
| E7 | A | |
| As they | sat down for a c | hat, |
| E | |
| "If you think I'm cooking di | nner, |
| E7 | A | |
| Well, pre | pare to eat dead r | at." |
| A | |
| As De | bbie said to Alex |
| E | |
| As they h | eld hands in the park |
| E7 | |
| "How c | ome you wear Rupert Check |
| A | |
| When y | ou think you're so hard." |
| D | A | |
| I | should have done his L | and Rover |
| D | E | |
| To let them k | now I've been, |
| D | A | |
| Instead I wr | ote "F' off" |
| D | E7 | |
| On the d | irt across his sc | reen. |
| A | E | |
| And | I can't put my finger | on it. |
| E7 | A | |
| Maybe it's something in the f | ood, |
| E | |
| And I can't put my finger | on it |
| E7 | A | |
| All I know is Christ would have s | ued. |