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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

-first letter-A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Now, Tim's phrasing of the lyrics are not repetitive - that's their

attraction! For that reason I'm not going to try to line up the chord

changes with with lyrics...in the verse, the change |Ebm B Bb| is repeated

- listen to the CD, you'll hear where and when the changes happen :-)

Intro:

Ebm B Bb (repeat)

Verse (same chords):

Had a little bit to drink

There's a little thing I wanted to do out east

Nothing too emotional, my good miss

I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes

Stop talking 'bout the years -

you sound like Louis Burdett

Chorus:

	F#	Ab	B
	And we roll	on to my back	shed

	C#	F#
Play some	poker, scratch my	head

	F#	Ab	B
	Look at the	sky and spot the	planes

	C#	F#
Where would I	go on holiday	s?

	Ab	E
Roll with the	punches down the a	isles

	B	Bb	Ebm	B	Bb
and down the str	eets the	weeks roll b	y.

Verse 2: (Ebm B Bb)

I'm chewing ice and grinning

I'm spewing up and spinning

It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.

Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere

What? Someone might see you alone?

Stop bagging out the band,

You sound like Louis Burdett

Chorus:

	F#	Ab
	All my friends are	fuckups

	B	C#
but they're f	un to have	around

	F#	Ab
Banana c	hairs out on the c	oncrete

	B	C#
Telling s	tories to the	stars

	F#	Ab
How Gemin	is love wooden dr	agons, yeah

	E	B	Bb	Ebm	B	Bb
H	ow down the stree	t th	e weeks roll by	.

Bridge:

	Ab	B	F#	E	B
	The moment the	night wears off the	bombsite r	eappears

	B	A
	They're all asleep but the morning tastes like w	ine

It tastes like wine in Tempe

	D	E	F#
I f	eel so good I	, just might,	wake him up

	Ebm	B	Bb
	Pat him on t	he	bald head - tell me about a dream, Louis

Something obscene, Louis

Your life's an open magazine, Louis.

Solo over same chords.

	Ebm	B	Bb
	I'm stoned i	n a	bookshop, sober in a nightclub

Sex is everywhere but no-where around me

By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating

Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money

And the lack down here

Stop talking, frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett

Chorus:

	F#	Ab	B
	And we roll	on to my back	shed

	C#	F#
Play some	poker, scratch my	head

	F#	Ab	B
	Look at the	sky and spot the	planes

	C#	F#
Where would I	go on holiday	s?

	Ab	E
Roll with the	punches down the a	isles

	B	Bb	Ebm	B	Bb
and down the str	eets the	weeks roll b	y.

	F#	Ab
	All my friends are	fuckups

	B	C#
but they're f	un to have	around

	F#	Ab
Banana c	hairs out on the c	oncrete

	B	C#
Telling s	tories to the	stars

	F#	Ab
How Gemin	is love wooden dr	agons, yeah

	E	B	Bb	Ebm	B	Bb
H	ow down the stree	t th	e weeks roll by	.

Outro (same chords as chorus):

Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around

Terror, like charity, begins at home

Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him

He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been

Chorus again

	F#	Ab	E	B	Bb	Ebm
...and how down the street the	week	s,	rol	l	by.