Chords for Bill Bailey and Billy Bragg sing 'Unisex Chipshop'

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_ _ [C] We've seen Billy Bragg at the left field on Sunday night [F] before. _
[N] It is a tradition, it's a new tradition, [Eb] it's one we're very proud of.
[G] Thank everybody that's been so supportive for what [N] we've been trying to do down here on the left.
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_ _ _ [G] You know, this will [C] that we've got among _ [G] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [E] us has [G] really been _ [F] behind everything [C] we've been trying to do with [F] the left field.
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_ _ [F] _ _ [Am] _ _ Our [Ab] inspiration, Mr Billy _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [E] Bragg.
I have [N] to, um, hope it's raining again.
_ _ [Ab] That'll [E] suit my job.
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_ _ [Dm] [G] I wouldn't fancy [E] running down there to see him, no.
[Em] Half past seven, [Abm] I'd stay here if I was away at the time, I'd be expecting him on half [G] past eight rather.
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Um, [Db] my son is [Gb] becoming a bit of a [A] Glastonbury veteran now, he's been here several, several years.
And this year I've got [E] a special, a special treat to him.
I [Eb] promised him I'd play one of his favourite [Ab] Billy Bragg songs, he's always asking me to put it on the CD in the car.
The only catch is, it's not really a Billy Bragg song.
It's, uh, [Gb] it's somebody [G] else's Billy Bragg song.
And, uh, having promised Jack I was going to play it anyway, I then, [Abm] about two hours ago,
bumped [Eb] into the author of this Billy Bragg song, walking around here in the [Abm] rain.
[Ab] He said, you must come because I'm playing a song. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] Hello! _ _
_ _ _ Alright!
Alright!
Like [Gm] _
[G] _ [C] many of you, [G] I am _ _ [N] _ _
[C] _ inspired to write this.
A feminist anthem, [Em] a tribute to the man [A] himself, the other BB.
[G] This is Unisex Chip Shop, thank you! _
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[G] I used [C] to buy my chips [G] from an oppressive chip shop regime.
The girl [D] who worked there, she seemed [C] happy but I knew it was [G] not what it seemed. _
_ [C] Do you want [G] salty?
[D] Did you go?
[G] Was what they [C] made her say, but in the [G] language [D] of the ghetto, [Cm] that means help on the [G] woman in shame.
[C] I [G] used to see her, [C] in my [Am] dreams I'd see her, running [Em] naked through the woods [C] round Raynham.
If I had [G] some tigers I'd train them, [C] _ [G] to protect her, [C] _ [A] from the sexual fascism [Cm] that was lurking [G] round the [C] Kirkis.
It's [G] like the jam, isn't it?
It's like the jam [C] revival.
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_ [C] _ _ [G] I leaned across the counter, a wee wood chalk.
_ [C] _ [G] I said, can't you [C] name Debbie on a [G] little wooden fork?
[Em] _ [C] But into the [G] shop came a scared [C] gang.
[A] They snatched the [Em] fork from my hand.
Debbie, [D] she looked at [G] me, [A] to assert [Em] my masculinity.
[C] I said, Oi!
[D] They said, What?
[G] I said, Ain't nothing.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] Phew!
_ Merry Christmas Joe!
Cheers! _ _ _
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