Tom: G
G G/F# Em7
Cadd9 G D
G G/F# Em7
A7 D D7
G G7
C A7
G G/F# Em7 Cadd9
G D G
[Chorus]
D Cadd9
G G
D Cadd9
G G
D Cadd9
G G
Am C
D D
[Verse]
G G/F# Em7
Will you still love me, will you still hug me,
Cadd9 G D
When I’m eighty four,
G G/F# Em7
When I’ve been working all my life,
A7 D D7
And I’m still bloody poor?
G G7
Dust in my lungs, a broken back,
C A7
Still can’t retire it hurts,
G G/F# Em7 Cadd9
Well I’m all for workers’ rights and that,
G D G
As long as I don’t have to work,
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
D Cadd9 G
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
D Cadd9 G
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
Am C D
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for you.
N.C.
“Don’t send me on another New Deal course, I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss”
[Verse]
G G/F# Em7
Maybe I’ll never shoot a rabbit,
Cadd9 G D
Perhaps I’ll never drink champagne,
G G/F# Em7
But that’s alright with me, man,
A7 D D7
I prefer cider anyway,
G G7
And I’m happy doing nothing,
C A7
They tell me it’s all a waste,
G G/F# Em7 Cadd9
But I ain’t never seen no 3 piece suit,
G D G
With a smile on his face,
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
D Cadd9 G
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
D Cadd9 G
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
Am C D
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for you.
N.C.
“I searched all the newspapers and made my CV, I swear there just ain’t nothing out there”
[Verse]
G G/F# Em7
A 9 to 5, 5 days a week, mate,
Cadd9 G D
Is bottom of my list,
G G/F# Em7
I just couldn’t live with myself,
A7 D D7
Knowing there was something that I missed,
G G7
So don’t go telling me “Take it seriously”,
C A7
Believe me I do,
G G/F# Em7 Cadd9
But life’s for living, not for working,
G D G
And I got better things to do,
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
D Cadd9 G
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
D Cadd9 G
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
Am C D
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for you.
