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The Magnificent Seven Tom: Am
Am Dm7 THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN Am RlNG! RING! IT’S 7:00 AM Dm7 MOVE Y’SELF TO GO AGAIN Am COLD WATER IN THE FACE Dm7 BRINGS YOU BACK TO THIS AWFUL PLACE Am KNUCKLE MERCHANTS AND YOU BANKERS, TOO Dm7 MUST KEEP UP AN’ LEARN THOSE RULES Am WEATHER MAN AND THE CRAZY CHIEF Dm7 ONE SAYS SUN AND ONE SAYS SLEET Am AM, THE FM, THE PM TOO Dm7 CHURNING OUT THAT BOOGALOO Am GETS YOU UP AND GETS YOU OUT Dm7 BUT HOW LONG CAN YOU KEEP IT UP? Am GIMME HONDA, GIMME SONY Dm7 SO CHEAP AND REAL PHONY Am HONG KONG DOLLARS AND INDIAN CENTS Dm7 ENGLISH POUNDS AND ESKIMO PENCE
Am YOU LOT! WHAT? Dm7 DON’T STOP! GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT! Am YOU LOT! WHAT? Dm7 DON'T STOP! YEAH!
WORKING FOR A RISE, BETTER MY STATION TAKE MY BABY TO SOPHISTICATION SHE'S SEEN THE ADS, SHE THINKS IT’S NICE BETTER WORK HARD – I SEEN THE PRICE NEVER MIND THAT IT'S TIME FOR THE BUS WE GOT TO WORK – AN’ YOU’RE ONE OF US CLOCKS GO SLOW IN A PLACE OF WORK MINUTES DRAG AND THE HOURS JERK
“WHEN CAN I TELL ’EM WOT I DO? IN A SECOND, MAAAN...ORIGHT CHUCK!”
WAVE BUB-BUB-BUB-BYE TO THE BOSS IT’S OUR PROFIT, IT'S HIS LOSS BUT ANYWAY LUNCH BELLS RING TAKE ONE HOUR AND DO YOUR THANNG! CHEEESBOIGER!
WHAT DO WE HAVE FOR ENTERTAINMENT? COPS KICKIN' GYPSIES ON THE PAVEMENT NOW THE NEWS-SNAP TO ATTENTION! THE LUNAR LANDING OF THE DENTIST CONVENTION ITALIAN MOBSTER SHOOTS A LOBSTER SEAFOOD RESTAURANT GETS OUT OF HAND A CAR IN THE FRIDGE OR A FRIDGE IN THE CAB? LIKE COWBOYS DO IN TV LAND
YOU LOT! WHAT? DON'T STOP. HUH?
SO GET BACK TO WORK AN’ SWEAT SOME MORE THE SUN WILL SINK AN’ WE’LL GET OUT THE DOOR IT’S NO GOOD FOR MAN TO WORK IN CAGES HITS THE TOWN, HE DRINKS HIS WAGES YOU’RE FRETTIN’, YOU’RE SWEATIN’ BUT DID YOU NOTICE YOU AIN’T GETTIN'? DON'T YOU EVER STOP LONG ENOUGH TO START? TO TAKE YOUR CAR OUTTA THAT GEAR DON'T YOU EVER STOP LONG ENOUGH TO START? TO GET YOUR CAR OUTTA THAT GEAR KARLO MARX AND FRIEDRICH ENGELS CAME TO THE CHECKOUT AT THE 7-11 MARX WAS SKINT BUT HE HAD SENSE ENGELS LENT HIM THE NECESSARY PENCE
WHAT HAVE WE GOT? YEH-O, MAGNIFICENCE!
LUTHER KING AND MAHATMA GANDHI WENT TO THE PARK TO CHECK ON THE GAME BUT THEY WAS MURDERED BY THE OTHER TEAM WHO WENT ON TO WIN 5O-NIL YOU CAN BE TRUE, YOU CAN BE FALSE YOU BE GIVEN THE SAME REWARD SOCRATES AND MILHOUS NIXON BOTH WENT THE SAME WAY – THROUGH THE KITCHEN PLATO THE GREEK OR RIN TIN TIN WHO'S MORE FAMOUS TO THE BILLION MILLIONS? NEWS FLASH: VACUUM CLEANER SUCKS UP BUDGIE OOOOHH...BUB-BYE
MAGNIFICENCE!!
FUCKING LONG, INNIT?
Midnight Log Tom :G
G
Working for the devil
Em
You'll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him
Down among the racks'
You don't believe in him
But he can wait for you
A G
You do his work so fine
Em
He'll remember you
B D E(high)
He'll remember you
G(high) E(high) 2x
Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't wanna find him His lips an' eyelids black He don't believe my speech That lines can and should be drawn Lke if he had a shotgun The barrels would be sawn The barrels would be sawn
Swallowed by the river Swollen by the rains That leakin' ol' computer Of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river That floods the neighborhood I would call to you But it would do no good But it would do no good
Voting for the law That's the general occupation First comes the public safety Second comes the nation You won't believe me now But there's been some illumination The wisest cops have realized They fucked the operation
Cooking up the books A respected occupation The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations They don't believe in crime They don't know that it exists But to understand What's right and wrong The lawyers work in shifts The lawyers work in shifts
(little solo bit here.) (Just jam around 12th fret on B and E strings)
'N speaking of the devil He ain't been seen for years 'Cept every 20 mins He zooms between me ears I don't believe in books But I read all the time For ciphers to the riddles An' reasons to the rhymes
(Let E ring and some feedback)
One More Time Tom :Em
Em D Em D/F#
Must I get a witness? for all this misery
Em D Em D/F#
There's no need to, brothers everybody can see
Em D
That its one more time in the ghetto you know
Em D/F#
One more time if you please now
Em D
One more time to the dying man
Em D/F#
They say one more time if you please
The old lady kicks karate For just a little walk down the street The little baby he knows kung fu He tries it on those he meets Cos its a one more time!
You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty Watch when Watts town burns again The bus goes to Montgomery
Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto One more time if you please One more time for the dying man One more time to be free
Police And Thieves Tom: G
G Am Police and thieves in the streets
Oh yeah! G Am Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition G Am Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah! G Am Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
G Am From Genesis to Revelation G Am The next generation will be hear me G Am From Genesis to Revelation G Am The next generation will be hear me
B A B
And all the crowd come in day by day
A
No one stop it in anyway
B A
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
C D
Hear what I say
Guitar Solo
E--7---7----5---3---0---3----5----0----------- B--------------------------------------5------ G--------------------------------------------- D--------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------
E--7---7---5----3---0------------------------- B----------------------3--5-----3-5-3-5-3-5--3 G--------------------------------------------- D--------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------
E--7--7----5----3-----8--8---7----5--3-------- B--------------------------------------------- G--------------------------------------------- D--------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------
E--H--5---7-----7----5------------------------ B--------------------------8--10--12---15--12- G--------------------------------------------- D--------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------
Vocal ad lib
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah From Genesis oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Scaring, fighting the nation Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition
G Am Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Here come, here come, here come The station is bombed Get out get out get out you people If you don't wanna get blown up
Vocal ad lib
1977 Tom :F
F G F EF G F E F
IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN
G F E F
COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE
G F E F
AND I CAN’T WORK AT ALL
G E D C DANGER STRANGER D G E D C YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE C D NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES F G F E F IN 1977
IN 1977 KNIVES IN WEST 11 LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE
DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977
IN 1977 YOU’RE ON THE NEVER NEVER YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT’S BETTER I DON’T CARE ’COS I'M NOT ALL THERE NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
G F IN 1977 E F SOD THE JUBILEE G F IN 1978 IN 1979 STAYED IN BED IN 1980 IN 1981 THE TOILET DON’T WORK IN 1982 IN 1983 HERE COME THE POLICE IN 1984
48 Hours Tom: E
E F#m FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN E F#m SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE C D MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS
G D 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 E THRILLS 48 THRILLS
SO TELL ME AN’ I'LL TAKE THE TUBE YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE’S BOUND TO BE RUDE CAN’T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEEN
I’VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET
G D E 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS KICKING FOR KICKS
All the Young Punks Tom: B Intro: B F#/B F# /F
B C F#
Do
B F#/B F# /F
Wah
B F#/Bb C# F#
Oh
B F#/Bb
Hanging about down the market street
F#
I spent a lot of time on my feet
B F#/Bb
When I saw some passing yabbos
B C# F#
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing y' know an They knew how to pose An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine
B E B
All the young punks
E
Laugh your life
B/Eb B/Eb C#m
Cos there ain't much to cry for
B E B
All the young cunts
F#
Live it now
C#m B
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manger Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on yer
A
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
A
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Guitar Solo
E---2/7--7--7--7--7--7-----7--7-----4--2-----4--------4-----------7-----
B-----------------------------------------4--------------5--2-----------
G-----------------------------------------------------------------------
D-----------------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E---7--7--7--7--7-----7--7-----4--2-----2/7-----------------------------
B------------------------------------4-------7--4--0-----2--4--5--7-----
G-----------------------------------------------------------------------
D-----------------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------------
B---------7--7--7h9-----7--5--4-----5--4-----0-----7h9-----7p5-----4----
G-----------------------------------------------------------------------
D-----------------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E---------------9--9--7-----9--9h11--11--------11p9-----7--------4------
B---h5p4----------------------------------------------------------------
G-----------------------------------------------------------------------
D-----------------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------------
E---p7--4-----2--------2--2--------4--4-----2--------------------------- B----------------------4--4--------6--6-----2--------------------------- G----------------------4--4--------6--6-----3--------------------------- D----------------------4--4--------6--6-----4--------------------------- A----------------------2--2--------4--4-----4--------------------------- E----------------------2--2--------4--4-----2---------------------------
Face front you got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than some factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the boot
Are You Red Tom: B Intro e|-----------------------------------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------------------------------------| D|-----------------------------------------------------------------| A|-----------------------------------------------------------------| E|-7-7-7-x-7--7-7-5-4-5-2-2-2-x-2--2-0-2-0-7-7-7-x-7--7-7-9-10-12~-| Opening chords B--/ F#--/B--/E-D-A(alt.C#) B--/ F#--/B--/A-G#-G
2nd guitar riff (over B/F#/B) e ------------------|--------------------|--------------------| b ------------------|--------------------|--------------------| g ------------------|--------------------|--------------------| d 9--9--9-9---9----|-11--11--11-11--11-|--9--9--9-9---9-------| a ------------------|---9-----------9----|--------------------| e -7--------7-------|--------------------|---7--------7-------|
B--/ F#--/B--/ E--B E--B E--B Enter --- Are you ready for war---war-----war
Repeat opening sequence throughout verses
B F#
High above the sattelites/Fill the Earth with colder nights
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Europe switches off it's lights/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War will never be sentimental/War never go for the regimental
B A-G#-G
War is intercontinental/Are you ready?
((Here's the fun part)))
e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-| b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-| g ------------------|----------------------| d ------------------|----------------------| a ------------------|----------------------| e ------------------|----------------------|
e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-12-12-12-10-10-9-9-| b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-12-12-12-10-10-9-9-| g ------------------|------------------------| d ------------------|-----------------------| a ------------------|-----------------------| e ------------------|-----------------------|
e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-| b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-| g ------------------|----------------------| d ------------------|----------------------| a ------------------|----------------------| e ------------------|----------------------|
e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-5-5-5-4-4--3-3--| b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-5-5-5-4-4--3-3--| g ------------------|----------------------| d ------------------|----------------------| a ------------------|----------------------| e ------------------|----------------------|
B F#
No use running in a mobile home/Everywhere is a target zone
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Berlin's ringing on the red brick phone/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War, will you deal in futuristics?/War is a project in logistics
B A-G#-G
War, all that will be ballistic/Are you ready?
Repeat fun part
E--B E--B E--B Are you ready for war---war-----war
B F#
I ain't gonna lay down and die/Playing with the purple suicide
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Gonna fight those who burn the sky/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War, will you deal in futuristics?/War is a project in logistics
B A-G#-G
War, all that will be ballistic/Are you ready?
B F#
Vodka chilled in a Kremlin bar/Rye on the rocks in Omaha
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Raise my glass and smash it on the bar/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War, will you deal in futuristics?/War is a project in logistics
B A-G#-G
War, all that will be ballistic/Are you ready?
Incoming! Incoming! John Wayne! JW!
E--B E--B E--B Are you ready for war---war-----war
Armagideon Time Tom: Bm
Intro Riff ------------------------------------------------ 3--3------5--5------3--3-------5--5------------- 4--4-4----6--6-6----4--4-4-----6--6-6------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------
Intro words:
Stay around don't play around This old town and all Seems like I got to travel on
Main Riff
------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ --4----------------4-----------7-6-4-6-4---4---- ----4-6-7-6-4--------4-6-7-7-------------7------ --------------5--------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 The battle is gettin hotter
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 In this iration, Armegideon time
A lot of people runnin and a hiding tonight A lot of people won't get no justice tonight Remember to kick it over No one will guide you - Armegideon time
Ad lib vocals
Atom Tan Tom :A
A
Now the corporations stopped
G
Stopped pushing fast food
A
Been a multiple shooting
D C G A
Downtown at the bank
A
Reluctantly the panic
G A
Begins to catch fire
A
But it did not affect
A
The steady sale of junk
A
Oh, the state office looked
A G
It looked like Hollywood
A
With make-up bleeding
D C G A
All over the cracks
A
Whoa, he blew his lines
G A
Facing the cameras
A
He suffered the first
CHORUS A All live heart attack
G D7 A Oh you've caught an even atom tan
Verse2 The motor-cyanide Cyanide suicide He finally found the Brick wall in his life Shining up his engine He dressed right up for it At the top of the speedo He crumpled the bike There's plenty people runnin',runnin' for cover- Hoping at best to hold off all the rest Once last stand at the bunker fire Machine gun and pitchfork and breast
CHORUS
Verse3 But it isn't so easy So easy for lovers Chained in love Stained at the top of the tower The pink hearse is leaving At funeral speed Driving your heart Away with the flowers All night I waited I waited for a horseman His ever faithful His Indian friend I'm not the only one Of the caped crusader fan club Watching the sky For mankind's friend
CHORUS
A7 Calamine
A7 (fading out)
Bankrobber Tom: G
Guitar --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- ----0----2-0---0----------------------------- -------------3----------------2---3-2-0-2---- 3--------------------------3-----------------
bass ---------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- ---5-5-5-5-5----5-5-5--------5-5-5-5-5-0------- 3-------------3------------3--------------3----
Guitar --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- -----0---2-0---0--------------0-------------------- -------------3-------------3----------------------- 3--------------------------------3--3-3-3-3--------
bass ---------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------0-------------------- ---5-5-5-5-5----5-5-5-5-5---3----------------------- 3-------------3-------------------3-3-3-3-3---------
G C G My Daddy was a bankrobber
G C G (is this G here right?) But he never hurt nobody
G C G He just loved to live that way
C D G And he loved to steal your money
G C G Some is rich, and some is poor
G C G (eh?) That's the way the world is
G C G But I don't believe in lying back
C D G Sayin' how bad your luck is
So we came to jazz it up We never loved a shovel Break your back to earn your pay An' don't forget to grovel
The old man spoke up in a bar Said I never been in prison A lifetime serving one machine Is ten times worse than prison
Imagine if all the boys in jail Could get out now together Whadda you think they'd want to say to us? While we was being clever
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair Cos that's where we're spinning There's no point to wanna comb your hair When it's grey and thinning
Run rabbit run Strike out boys, for the hills I can find that hole in the wall And I know that they never will
Brand New Cadillac Tom :E
Riff ----------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- --------0-0-1-0----------0-0-1-0--------------------------- 0-0-3-3----------0-0-3-3-----------------------------------
Drive
Drive
E My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
A E My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
B7 A She said "Hey come here big Daddy"
NC E B7 I ain't ever commin back
E baby baby won't you hear my plea
A E C'mon just come on back to me
B7 A She said balls to you Daddy
NC E B7 She ain't commin back to me
SOLO: Out of my league, or at least I don't feel like
taking a day to tab it out.
Maybe a good player can fill in the blanks ;^)
E Baby drove up in a cadillac
A E I said "Jesus Christ, where did you get that cadillac
B7 A She said balls to you Daddy
NC E B7 She ain't never coming back
Tablature Page| London Calling Page
The Card Cheat Tom: C
Verse 1
C Dm C
There's a solitary man crying hold me
C Dm C
It's only because he's a lonely
C Dm C
if the keeper of time runs slowly
C Dm C
He won't be alive for Long!
F C
If He Only Had Time to tell of all of the things he planned
G
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
F Em G G
It means nothing
Verse 2 (Same Chords)
To the opuim dens and the bar room gin In the belmont chair playing violins The gamble's face crack into a grin As he lay's down the king of spades But the dealer just stares, there's something wrong here he thinks The gambler is siezed and forced to his knees and shot dead
Verse 3 (vocal lay out 4 lines) 1 2 3 4 He only wanted more time away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in and he lay on the floor
Verse 4
Fromt the hundred year war to the crimea With a lance and a musket and a roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear In the service of the king Before you met your fate be sure you did no forsake Your lover may no be around anymore
Verse 5 (Instrumental)
Repeat Verse 1 without last 3 lines (vocal)
Car Jamming Tom: D
Riff D-------------7--------7--------------------7-------7---- A-5 5------5-------5-5----------5-5- --5-------5------- E-----5--------0---------------------5--------5-------5--
Intro 1 F#m E E D C#m 2 DDA DD AAA
Verse I
DDA DD AA (3 times) Tonight they're closing up the world The secret smell of cigarettes What is that?
C# D E Funky multi nations anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassettes decks
Verse II (Same as I) Then a shy boy from Missouri boots blown off in 60's war Ridding aluminum crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness agent orange colour blindness As he works from door to door
Bridge I :48 use riff 3 times The violence in the carpets the mirror of his wife Drives the slum bum dweller to grind his hunting knife
DD A DDAA In homestead of cigar radio hive like bee. The body in the ice box has no date for freeze
F#m E E D C#m
Verse III (Same as 1) No Vocals No Vocals (in a car jam) No Vocals
Selling is what selling sells but only saints of the seven avenues can sell the 7 hells
Verse IV Fanning out the drug afflicted leperizing zone Once inside
the executive . never leaves his home
With Riff (3 times) Gorillas drag their victims hyenas try to sue Snakes find grass in concrete, there is no city zoo
DDA DDA By ventilation units there towers meet the streets The ragged in stand in bags soaking heat up though their feet
F#m E E D C#m This was the only kindness it was accidental too (in a car Jam)
Verse VI It was accidental too No Vocal (in a car jam)
Verse VII No vocal first three lines
Now shaking single engine planes Traffic fink stereo from Cuba buzzed the holy zealot mass
Riff Drowned that missa luba Drowned that missa luba Drowned that missa luba Drowned that missa luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I swear, Hey fellas, Lauren Bacall
F#m E E D C#m In a car jam,
Back to DDA DDAA Yeah I don't believe in a car jam Ah yeah positively absolutely in a car jam
Career Opportunities Tom: A
A D E A
THEY OFFERED ME THE OFFICE, OFFERED ME THE SHOP
A D E A
THEY SAID I'D BETTER TAKE ANYTHING THEY’D GOT
D
DO YOU WANNA MAKE TEA AT THE BBC?
E
DO YOU WANNA BE, DO YOU REALLY WANNA BE A COP?
A E F#m D CAREER OPPORTUNITIES ARE THE ONES THAT NEVER KNOCK A E F#m D EVERY JOB THEY OFFER YOU IS TO KEEP YOU OUT THE DOCK A E F#m D A E A E CAREER OPPORTUNITIES, THE ONES THAT NEVER KNOCK
I HATE THE ARMY AN' I HATE THE RAF I DON'T WANNA GO FIGHTING IN THE TROPICAL HEAT" I HATE THE CIVIL SERVICE RULES AND I WON’T OPEN LETTER BOMBS FOR YOU
A G A C A G A C A G A C D E
BUS DRIVER....AMBULANCE MAN....TICKET INSPECTOR
THEY’RE GONNA HAVE TO INTRODUCE CONSCRIPTION; THEY’RE GONNA HAVE TO TAKE AWAY MY PRESCRIPTION IF THEY WANNA GET SEE MAKING TOYS IF THEY WANNA GET ME, WELL, I GOT NO CHOICE
A C#m D E CAREERS AIN’T NEVER GONNA KNOCK A C#m D E CAREERS AIN’T NEVER GONNA KNOCK A C#m D E A CAREERS AIN’T NEVER GONNA KNOCK
Capital Radio (One/Two) Tom :E
[Played mostly as bar chords]
E B E A Yes, it's time for
E B E A E B E C#m A B
the Dr. Goebbels Show!
E B E A
There's a tower in the heart of London
E B E A
With a radio station right at the top
E B E C#m
They don't make the city beat
A B
They're making all the action stop
E B E A
A long time ago they were pirates
E B E A
Beaming waves from the sea
E F#m A
But now all the stations are silenced
A B E
'Cos they ain't got a government license
Wanna tell your problems Phone in from your bedsit room Having trouble with your partner Let us all in on the news
If you wanna hear a record Get the word from Aiden Day He picks all the hits to play To keep you in your place all day
E C#m A B Ca - pital Radi - o [repeat ad lib] In tune with nothing Don't touch that dial
Charlie Don't Surf Tom :D
RIFF
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CHORUS D Bm Charlie don't surf and we think he should
D Bm Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
D Em7 Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
F#m7 Charlie's gonna be a napalm star
RIFF (you can strum with a x-x-0-4-0-2 ? rather than the riff)
Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn Satellites will make space burn
D Bm We've been told to keep the strangers out
D Bm We don't like them starting to hang around
D Em7 We don't like them over town
F#m7 Across the world we are going to blow them down
CHORUS
RIFF The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca Cola
D Bm It's a one a way street in a one horse town
D Bm One way people starting to brag around
D Em7 You can laugh, put them dowm
F#m7 These one way people gonna blow us down
CHORUS
Charlie don't surf he'll never learn Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun Charlie don't surf think that he should Charlie don't surf we really think he should Charlie don't surf
Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf