The Unfortunate Gwatkin Chords by Half Man Half Biscuit
Tempo:
113.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
G
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [D]
[Em] [D] [G]
[Em] [D] [G]
[Eb] [Em] [D] [G]
I [Em] wandered around to the back of the [D] petrochemical plant where they [G] found Mr.
[Em] Gwatkin's jacket in [C] 1974.
[D] Sleeves turned [G] inside out with a tin [Em] of sweetcorn in each [C] pocket.
The [D] rulers surrounding his [G] disappearance are many [Em] and varied,
[C] though we should for the time [D] being at least accept [G] the version of events given [Em] to us by the [C] lamentable chap himself on [D] his eventual [G] return.
[Em] In [C] doing this, however, [D] we must also keep in [G] our thoughts the findings [Em] of better minds [C] and conclude that [D] Gwatkin as is
[G] no longer [Em] represents Gwatkin as [C] was.
[D] [G]
[Em] [C] [D] [G]
[Em] [D] [G]
Piecing [Em] together an occasional [C] vague sentence and [D] some garbled chanting [G] heard during the small [Em] hours,
it appears that our victim was [D] making his way home [G] from the pessimist festival [Em] in Molington
[C] when he was set upon [D] by a gang of [G] miscreants,
chief [Em] manufacturer of whom [C] was a particularly vicious [D] character going by [G] the name of [Em] Bridgedale,
so [C] called on account of a [D] thermal sock with [G] which he gloved his [Em] fist whenever he became [C] touchy and needed to [D] punch someone.
[G]
[Eb] [C] [D] [G]
[Em] [C] [D] [G]
[Em] Unable to comply [C] with the rabble's [D] hot-tempered demands [G] for unreasonable [Em] things such as [C] cathedral juice and vicar [D] shit,
the heavily [G] pummeled innocent [Em] was dragged into the [C] churchyard of St.
[D] Lawrence
and there left to [G] his own devices [Em] next to the grave [C] of young Nelson [D] Burt,
whose own [G] tragic tale is [Em] of particular [C] interest to the local [D] historian.
[G]
[Em] [C] [D] [G]
It is [Em] believed that within [C] 20 minutes of this [D] episode, a further [G] attack was witnessed by [Em] one slow Dempsey [C] of Woodside [E] Farm,
who alleged to [G] be sure the [Em] aforementioned Bridgedale [C] scuttled at full [D] 400 feet along the [G] Waven Turnpike
[Em] to deliver a perfect [C] haymaker onto a [D] stray colt.
[G]
[C] [D] This [G] afternoon I visited [Eb] Daniel [Em] Watkin in the confined place [D] which you will probably never [G]
leave.
[Em] I was offered a red bush tea and a [D] fig roll.
The [G] pleasantry gave hope for lengthy [Em] discourse, but cheer was swiftly [D] dismissed
as the [G] pitiful subject [Eb] proceeded to [Em] gaze out of a large window for [E] what seemed like an age,
before turning [Em] around to fix me with pitch black [D] sockets which [G] simply said,
[Em] [D] [Em]
then came the song.
[D]
[Am] [Em] [C]
[E] [G]
[Em] Christa, [C] [D] what the fuck [G] were we [E] drinking?
[C] [D] [G]
[Em] Christa, [C] [D] what the fuck [G] were we drinking?
[E] [C] [D] [G]
I [Em] write to people, [C] [D] they don't get back to [Em] me.
I write a second time, [D] they don't reply.
[G]
[Em] She's the loneliness, [D] that's the [Em] time.
I find some room [D] in venting pants.
[G]
[Em] Experimental trio, some [D] clever robot.
[G]
[Em] Hopscotch and landing, they're [D] really good.
[Em]
Christa got that plank, they [D] don't get back to [G] me.
I hear [Em] the rumble launch, [E] still no response.
[G]
Can't deny [Em] he's beautiful, [D] that's beautiful.
[G] Seems like he's [Em] seen his granddad, writes [D] over tunes.
[G]
[Em] Chubby bunny, chubby bunny, [G] chubby bunny,
[Em] chubby [G] bunny.
[D] [G]
Oh, [C] shaggy dog, [D] it's getting your head [G] dirty, [Em] kid.
[C] [D] [Em]
Christa, [C] [D] what the fuck were [G] we drinking?
Chubby bunny, [D] chubby bunny, [Em] chubby bunny, chubby bunny.
Christa, [D] what the fuck [Em] were we drinking?
[D] [G]
Christa.
[Em] [D] [G]
[Em] [D] [G]
[Eb] [Em] [D] [G]
I [Em] wandered around to the back of the [D] petrochemical plant where they [G] found Mr.
[Em] Gwatkin's jacket in [C] 1974.
[D] Sleeves turned [G] inside out with a tin [Em] of sweetcorn in each [C] pocket.
The [D] rulers surrounding his [G] disappearance are many [Em] and varied,
[C] though we should for the time [D] being at least accept [G] the version of events given [Em] to us by the [C] lamentable chap himself on [D] his eventual [G] return.
[Em] In [C] doing this, however, [D] we must also keep in [G] our thoughts the findings [Em] of better minds [C] and conclude that [D] Gwatkin as is
[G] no longer [Em] represents Gwatkin as [C] was.
[D] [G]
[Em] [C] [D] [G]
[Em] [D] [G]
Piecing [Em] together an occasional [C] vague sentence and [D] some garbled chanting [G] heard during the small [Em] hours,
it appears that our victim was [D] making his way home [G] from the pessimist festival [Em] in Molington
[C] when he was set upon [D] by a gang of [G] miscreants,
chief [Em] manufacturer of whom [C] was a particularly vicious [D] character going by [G] the name of [Em] Bridgedale,
so [C] called on account of a [D] thermal sock with [G] which he gloved his [Em] fist whenever he became [C] touchy and needed to [D] punch someone.
[G]
[Eb] [C] [D] [G]
[Em] [C] [D] [G]
[Em] Unable to comply [C] with the rabble's [D] hot-tempered demands [G] for unreasonable [Em] things such as [C] cathedral juice and vicar [D] shit,
the heavily [G] pummeled innocent [Em] was dragged into the [C] churchyard of St.
[D] Lawrence
and there left to [G] his own devices [Em] next to the grave [C] of young Nelson [D] Burt,
whose own [G] tragic tale is [Em] of particular [C] interest to the local [D] historian.
[G]
[Em] [C] [D] [G]
It is [Em] believed that within [C] 20 minutes of this [D] episode, a further [G] attack was witnessed by [Em] one slow Dempsey [C] of Woodside [E] Farm,
who alleged to [G] be sure the [Em] aforementioned Bridgedale [C] scuttled at full [D] 400 feet along the [G] Waven Turnpike
[Em] to deliver a perfect [C] haymaker onto a [D] stray colt.
[G]
[C] [D] This [G] afternoon I visited [Eb] Daniel [Em] Watkin in the confined place [D] which you will probably never [G]
leave.
[Em] I was offered a red bush tea and a [D] fig roll.
The [G] pleasantry gave hope for lengthy [Em] discourse, but cheer was swiftly [D] dismissed
as the [G] pitiful subject [Eb] proceeded to [Em] gaze out of a large window for [E] what seemed like an age,
before turning [Em] around to fix me with pitch black [D] sockets which [G] simply said,
[Em] [D] [Em]
then came the song.
[D]
[Am] [Em] [C]
[E] [G]
[Em] Christa, [C] [D] what the fuck [G] were we [E] drinking?
[C] [D] [G]
[Em] Christa, [C] [D] what the fuck [G] were we drinking?
[E] [C] [D] [G]
I [Em] write to people, [C] [D] they don't get back to [Em] me.
I write a second time, [D] they don't reply.
[G]
[Em] She's the loneliness, [D] that's the [Em] time.
I find some room [D] in venting pants.
[G]
[Em] Experimental trio, some [D] clever robot.
[G]
[Em] Hopscotch and landing, they're [D] really good.
[Em]
Christa got that plank, they [D] don't get back to [G] me.
I hear [Em] the rumble launch, [E] still no response.
[G]
Can't deny [Em] he's beautiful, [D] that's beautiful.
[G] Seems like he's [Em] seen his granddad, writes [D] over tunes.
[G]
[Em] Chubby bunny, chubby bunny, [G] chubby bunny,
[Em] chubby [G] bunny.
[D] [G]
Oh, [C] shaggy dog, [D] it's getting your head [G] dirty, [Em] kid.
[C] [D] [Em]
Christa, [C] [D] what the fuck were [G] we drinking?
Chubby bunny, [D] chubby bunny, [Em] chubby bunny, chubby bunny.
Christa, [D] what the fuck [Em] were we drinking?
[D] [G]
Christa.
Key:
D
Em
G
C
E
D
Em
G
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Eb] _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
I [Em] wandered around to the back of the [D] petrochemical plant where they [G] found Mr.
[Em] Gwatkin's jacket in [C] 1974.
_ [D] Sleeves turned [G] inside out with a tin [Em] of sweetcorn in each [C] pocket.
The [D] rulers surrounding his [G] disappearance are many [Em] and varied,
[C] though we should for the time [D] being at least accept [G] the version of events given [Em] to us by the [C] lamentable chap himself on [D] his eventual [G] return.
_ [Em] In [C] doing this, however, [D] we must also keep in [G] our thoughts the findings [Em] of better minds [C] and conclude that [D] Gwatkin as is
[G] no longer [Em] represents Gwatkin as [C] was.
_ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
Piecing [Em] together an occasional [C] vague sentence and [D] some garbled chanting [G] heard during the small [Em] hours,
it appears that our victim was [D] making his way home [G] from the pessimist festival [Em] in Molington
[C] when he was set upon [D] by a gang of [G] miscreants,
chief [Em] manufacturer of whom [C] was a particularly vicious [D] character going by [G] the name of [Em] Bridgedale,
so [C] called on account of a [D] thermal sock with [G] which he gloved his [Em] fist whenever he became [C] touchy and needed to [D] punch someone.
_ [G] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[Em] Unable to comply [C] with the rabble's [D] hot-tempered demands [G] for unreasonable [Em] things such as [C] cathedral juice and vicar [D] shit,
the heavily [G] pummeled innocent [Em] was dragged into the [C] churchyard of St.
[D] Lawrence
and there left to [G] his own devices [Em] next to the grave [C] of young Nelson [D] Burt,
whose own [G] tragic tale is [Em] of particular [C] interest to the local [D] historian.
_ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
It is [Em] believed that within [C] 20 minutes of this [D] episode, a further [G] attack was witnessed by [Em] one slow Dempsey [C] of Woodside [E] Farm,
who alleged to [G] be sure the [Em] aforementioned Bridgedale [C] scuttled at full [D] 400 feet along the [G] Waven Turnpike
[Em] to deliver a perfect [C] haymaker onto a [D] stray colt.
[G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] This [G] afternoon I visited [Eb] Daniel [Em] Watkin in the confined place [D] which you will probably never [G]
leave.
[Em] I was offered a red bush tea and a [D] fig roll.
The [G] pleasantry gave hope for lengthy [Em] discourse, but cheer was swiftly [D] dismissed
as the [G] pitiful subject [Eb] proceeded to [Em] gaze out of a large window for [E] what seemed like an age,
before turning [Em] around to fix me with pitch black [D] sockets which [G] simply said,
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
then came the song.
_ [D] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
[Em] Christa, _ [C] _ [D] what the fuck [G] were we [E] drinking?
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[Em] Christa, _ [C] _ [D] what the fuck [G] were we drinking?
[E] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
I [Em] write to people, [C] [D] they don't get back to [Em] me.
I write a second time, [D] they don't reply.
[G] _
[Em] She's the loneliness, _ [D] that's the [Em] time.
I find some room [D] in venting pants.
[G] _
_ [Em] Experimental trio, some [D] clever robot.
[G] _
[Em] Hopscotch and landing, they're [D] really good.
[Em]
Christa got that plank, they [D] don't get back to [G] me.
I hear [Em] the rumble launch, [E] still no response.
[G]
Can't deny [Em] he's beautiful, [D] that's beautiful.
[G] Seems like he's [Em] seen his granddad, writes [D] over tunes.
[G] _
[Em] Chubby bunny, chubby bunny, [G] chubby bunny, _
[Em] chubby [G] bunny.
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
Oh, [C] shaggy dog, [D] it's getting your head [G] dirty, [Em] kid.
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Em]
Christa, _ _ [C] [D] what the fuck were [G] we drinking?
Chubby bunny, [D] chubby bunny, [Em] chubby bunny, chubby bunny.
Christa, _ _ [D] what the fuck [Em] were we drinking?
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
Christa. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Eb] _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
I [Em] wandered around to the back of the [D] petrochemical plant where they [G] found Mr.
[Em] Gwatkin's jacket in [C] 1974.
_ [D] Sleeves turned [G] inside out with a tin [Em] of sweetcorn in each [C] pocket.
The [D] rulers surrounding his [G] disappearance are many [Em] and varied,
[C] though we should for the time [D] being at least accept [G] the version of events given [Em] to us by the [C] lamentable chap himself on [D] his eventual [G] return.
_ [Em] In [C] doing this, however, [D] we must also keep in [G] our thoughts the findings [Em] of better minds [C] and conclude that [D] Gwatkin as is
[G] no longer [Em] represents Gwatkin as [C] was.
_ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
Piecing [Em] together an occasional [C] vague sentence and [D] some garbled chanting [G] heard during the small [Em] hours,
it appears that our victim was [D] making his way home [G] from the pessimist festival [Em] in Molington
[C] when he was set upon [D] by a gang of [G] miscreants,
chief [Em] manufacturer of whom [C] was a particularly vicious [D] character going by [G] the name of [Em] Bridgedale,
so [C] called on account of a [D] thermal sock with [G] which he gloved his [Em] fist whenever he became [C] touchy and needed to [D] punch someone.
_ [G] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[Em] Unable to comply [C] with the rabble's [D] hot-tempered demands [G] for unreasonable [Em] things such as [C] cathedral juice and vicar [D] shit,
the heavily [G] pummeled innocent [Em] was dragged into the [C] churchyard of St.
[D] Lawrence
and there left to [G] his own devices [Em] next to the grave [C] of young Nelson [D] Burt,
whose own [G] tragic tale is [Em] of particular [C] interest to the local [D] historian.
_ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
It is [Em] believed that within [C] 20 minutes of this [D] episode, a further [G] attack was witnessed by [Em] one slow Dempsey [C] of Woodside [E] Farm,
who alleged to [G] be sure the [Em] aforementioned Bridgedale [C] scuttled at full [D] 400 feet along the [G] Waven Turnpike
[Em] to deliver a perfect [C] haymaker onto a [D] stray colt.
[G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] This [G] afternoon I visited [Eb] Daniel [Em] Watkin in the confined place [D] which you will probably never [G]
leave.
[Em] I was offered a red bush tea and a [D] fig roll.
The [G] pleasantry gave hope for lengthy [Em] discourse, but cheer was swiftly [D] dismissed
as the [G] pitiful subject [Eb] proceeded to [Em] gaze out of a large window for [E] what seemed like an age,
before turning [Em] around to fix me with pitch black [D] sockets which [G] simply said,
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
then came the song.
_ [D] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
[Em] Christa, _ [C] _ [D] what the fuck [G] were we [E] drinking?
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[Em] Christa, _ [C] _ [D] what the fuck [G] were we drinking?
[E] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
I [Em] write to people, [C] [D] they don't get back to [Em] me.
I write a second time, [D] they don't reply.
[G] _
[Em] She's the loneliness, _ [D] that's the [Em] time.
I find some room [D] in venting pants.
[G] _
_ [Em] Experimental trio, some [D] clever robot.
[G] _
[Em] Hopscotch and landing, they're [D] really good.
[Em]
Christa got that plank, they [D] don't get back to [G] me.
I hear [Em] the rumble launch, [E] still no response.
[G]
Can't deny [Em] he's beautiful, [D] that's beautiful.
[G] Seems like he's [Em] seen his granddad, writes [D] over tunes.
[G] _
[Em] Chubby bunny, chubby bunny, [G] chubby bunny, _
[Em] chubby [G] bunny.
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
Oh, [C] shaggy dog, [D] it's getting your head [G] dirty, [Em] kid.
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Em]
Christa, _ _ [C] [D] what the fuck were [G] we drinking?
Chubby bunny, [D] chubby bunny, [Em] chubby bunny, chubby bunny.
Christa, _ _ [D] what the fuck [Em] were we drinking?
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
Christa. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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