Chords for Jamie T. - Pacemaker
Tempo:
83.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Ab
Dbm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Oh.
[Ab] [E] [A]
[A] [E] [Ab]
[Ab] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E]
[Ab] [E]
[A] [Ab] [E]
[Ab] [E]
[A]
[Dbm] [E]
The girl says, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la.
From Trafalgar Square, where the crack [A] pipe [E] reek.
In your dark-down flat, the ceiling's leaking.
I fell in love when you first [A] started [E] chatting.
I got so bored, she never stopped speaking.
She'd lift up on the bad [D] behavior.
[E] She's keeping all that freebies, delivering the pigs.
Shake, shake down fake [A] news.
[E] I'll be young again, nowhere, cause I'm [A] the best mate.
[E] Keep on running, running, running.
She got pretty please me.
Oh, she's [Ab] easy on the [E] eyes, so I'm saying,
today I'll eat a good young diet.
You feel OK?
Yeah, it's been a [Ab] right good [E] day.
I want to ask questions, but I don't mean pry.
How did you get to where you're going to [Ab] before you [E] came
so emozy and through this bar?
You started your race, Johnny Cockaroo.
Wants his money, better give up the money.
The fruit are not [A] bar. I'm [B] [A] scurious.
[Dbm] Got to see the GP [E] coughing up [D] lungs in a [E] back seat.
Stop or you're going to die, young.
We [Dbm] haven't even started to [E] do a high bun.
You young, don't listen.
You just carry on.
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung.
Yeah, great song.
[E] Why?
Sure, we're drunken.
We're [Dbm] not clutching.
It's just [E] skivvies long [C] come.
Hum, drum, drum, [E] drum, loud, fast, die young.
Mr.
Skin, [Ab] something in the world, [E] Rocky and trespassers
on the private property.
Remember back then it was [Ab] the random [E] banter.
Young sons [Ab] watch their young pa's get [E] cancer.
A vagabond son [Ab] crying out for [E] a mister.
Mr.
So [A] much that he went and drank [E] the brew.
Sing along, son.
It's a [Ab] song about [E] you.
And we all went [Ab] out and we got pissed all that.
[B] [A]
[E] I don't want to fight.
He's a right big cunt.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Ah, fuck it.
Well, he's a right big cunt, but I'll knock him off.
Fuck that.
[Ab] [E] [A]
[A] [E] [Ab]
[Ab] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E]
[Ab] [E]
[A] [Ab] [E]
[Ab] [E]
[A]
[Dbm] [E]
The girl says, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la.
From Trafalgar Square, where the crack [A] pipe [E] reek.
In your dark-down flat, the ceiling's leaking.
I fell in love when you first [A] started [E] chatting.
I got so bored, she never stopped speaking.
She'd lift up on the bad [D] behavior.
[E] She's keeping all that freebies, delivering the pigs.
Shake, shake down fake [A] news.
[E] I'll be young again, nowhere, cause I'm [A] the best mate.
[E] Keep on running, running, running.
She got pretty please me.
Oh, she's [Ab] easy on the [E] eyes, so I'm saying,
today I'll eat a good young diet.
You feel OK?
Yeah, it's been a [Ab] right good [E] day.
I want to ask questions, but I don't mean pry.
How did you get to where you're going to [Ab] before you [E] came
so emozy and through this bar?
You started your race, Johnny Cockaroo.
Wants his money, better give up the money.
The fruit are not [A] bar. I'm [B] [A] scurious.
[Dbm] Got to see the GP [E] coughing up [D] lungs in a [E] back seat.
Stop or you're going to die, young.
We [Dbm] haven't even started to [E] do a high bun.
You young, don't listen.
You just carry on.
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung.
Yeah, great song.
[E] Why?
Sure, we're drunken.
We're [Dbm] not clutching.
It's just [E] skivvies long [C] come.
Hum, drum, drum, [E] drum, loud, fast, die young.
Mr.
Skin, [Ab] something in the world, [E] Rocky and trespassers
on the private property.
Remember back then it was [Ab] the random [E] banter.
Young sons [Ab] watch their young pa's get [E] cancer.
A vagabond son [Ab] crying out for [E] a mister.
Mr.
So [A] much that he went and drank [E] the brew.
Sing along, son.
It's a [Ab] song about [E] you.
And we all went [Ab] out and we got pissed all that.
[B] [A]
[E] I don't want to fight.
He's a right big cunt.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Ah, fuck it.
Well, he's a right big cunt, but I'll knock him off.
Fuck that.
Key:
E
A
Ab
Dbm
D
E
A
Ab
[E] Oh.
_ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The girl says, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la.
From Trafalgar Square, where the crack [A] pipe [E] reek.
In your dark-down flat, the ceiling's leaking.
I fell in love when you first [A] started [E] chatting.
I got so bored, she never stopped speaking.
She'd lift up on the bad [D] behavior.
[E] She's keeping all that freebies, delivering the pigs.
Shake, shake down fake [A] news.
[E] I'll be young again, nowhere, cause I'm [A] the best mate.
_ [E] Keep on running, running, running.
She got pretty please me.
Oh, she's [Ab] easy on the [E] eyes, so I'm saying,
today I'll eat a good young diet.
You feel OK?
Yeah, it's been a [Ab] right good [E] day.
I want to ask questions, but I don't mean pry.
How did you get to where you're going to [Ab] before you [E] came
so emozy and through this bar?
You started your race, Johnny Cockaroo.
Wants his money, better give up the money.
The fruit are not [A] bar. I'm _ [B] _ [A] _ scurious.
[Dbm] Got to see the GP [E] coughing up [D] lungs in a [E] back seat.
Stop or you're going to die, young.
We [Dbm] haven't even started to [E] do a high bun.
You young, don't listen.
You just carry on.
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung.
Yeah, great song.
[E] Why?
Sure, we're drunken.
We're [Dbm] not clutching.
It's just [E] skivvies long [C] come.
Hum, drum, drum, [E] drum, loud, fast, die young.
Mr.
Skin, [Ab] something in the world, [E] Rocky and trespassers
on the private property.
Remember back then it was [Ab] the random [E] banter.
Young sons [Ab] watch their young pa's get [E] cancer.
A vagabond son [Ab] crying out for [E] a mister.
Mr.
So [A] much that he went and drank [E] the brew.
Sing along, son.
It's a [Ab] song about [E] you.
And we all went [Ab] out and we got pissed all that.
_ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] I don't want to fight.
He's a right big cunt.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Ah, fuck it.
Well, he's a right big cunt, but I'll knock him off.
Fuck that.
_ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The girl says, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la.
From Trafalgar Square, where the crack [A] pipe [E] reek.
In your dark-down flat, the ceiling's leaking.
I fell in love when you first [A] started [E] chatting.
I got so bored, she never stopped speaking.
She'd lift up on the bad [D] behavior.
[E] She's keeping all that freebies, delivering the pigs.
Shake, shake down fake [A] news.
[E] I'll be young again, nowhere, cause I'm [A] the best mate.
_ [E] Keep on running, running, running.
She got pretty please me.
Oh, she's [Ab] easy on the [E] eyes, so I'm saying,
today I'll eat a good young diet.
You feel OK?
Yeah, it's been a [Ab] right good [E] day.
I want to ask questions, but I don't mean pry.
How did you get to where you're going to [Ab] before you [E] came
so emozy and through this bar?
You started your race, Johnny Cockaroo.
Wants his money, better give up the money.
The fruit are not [A] bar. I'm _ [B] _ [A] _ scurious.
[Dbm] Got to see the GP [E] coughing up [D] lungs in a [E] back seat.
Stop or you're going to die, young.
We [Dbm] haven't even started to [E] do a high bun.
You young, don't listen.
You just carry on.
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung.
Yeah, great song.
[E] Why?
Sure, we're drunken.
We're [Dbm] not clutching.
It's just [E] skivvies long [C] come.
Hum, drum, drum, [E] drum, loud, fast, die young.
Mr.
Skin, [Ab] something in the world, [E] Rocky and trespassers
on the private property.
Remember back then it was [Ab] the random [E] banter.
Young sons [Ab] watch their young pa's get [E] cancer.
A vagabond son [Ab] crying out for [E] a mister.
Mr.
So [A] much that he went and drank [E] the brew.
Sing along, son.
It's a [Ab] song about [E] you.
And we all went [Ab] out and we got pissed all that.
_ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] I don't want to fight.
He's a right big cunt.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run.
But the fellas say, go, my son, my son.
Ah, fuck it.
Well, he's a right big cunt, but I'll knock him off.
Fuck that.