This is how I play the song! Suggestions and corrections welcome.
Capo 1
[Intro]
D A D A F#m
D A D F#m E
(x2)
[Verse 1]
D A
Five Flucloxacillin rattle in the pit of my purse
F#m A
Among the ones and the twos, I never finished a course
D A
Doctor said, "Don't drink on antibiotics"
D A F#m A
Reply, "It doesn't matter, hangover's always chronic anyway"
[Pre-Chorus]
A D A
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
D E
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
D F#m
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
G#m D
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
D A F#m A
They say if they had got the victory
D A F#m A
They'd act with so much more humility
D A F#m A D A
They say if they had got the victory
Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!
[Instrumental]
D A D A F#m
D A D Bm
[Verse 2]
D A
Am I a piggy bank of obsolete currency?
F#m A
An order of merit from country known for tyranny?
D A
Another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
D A F#m
Thirty-one, and depression is a young man's game
[Instrumental]
D A D A F#m
D A D F#m E
[Verse 3]
D A
Found a fiver screwed up inside a prescription receipt
F#m A
From the salbutamol (No, a gift from the sertraline)
D A
Hallowed be somnolence brought on by the tramadol
D A F#m A
Damned be the knowledge that's it, now you have tried 'em all
[Pre-Chorus]
A D A
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
D E
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
D F#m
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
G#m D
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
D A F#m A
They say if they had got the victory
D A F#m A
They'd act with so much more humility
D A F#m A D A
They say if they had got the victory
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m A D A Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!
