Chords for Ol' Roy the Roota
Tempo:
90.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
D
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
He lived all alone in a nursing home.
[C] His wife died [G] years ago.
Bit of a lad when he was younger.
[Am] Bit of a legend [D] now.
[G] Seems he stole the key to the dispensary.
[C] Just went in and helped [G] himself.
[C] Viagra, [G] Cialis, finger splints [D] and a tub of KY [G] gel.
Saw [C] himself as a [G] carnal carer to all [D] those women without [G] a man.
To all [C] them frustrated, [G] frail and elderly, [A] Roy was their [D] last chance.
We called [G] him Old Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[A] Man's got a job [D] to do.
[G] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] Chemically [G] enhanced, dirty old [D] man, Old [G] Roy the Ruder.
He was doing his rounds on his mobility scooter [C] when he stopped at room [G] 54.
Old Agnes had dropped her key in his pocket [A] a little earlier that [D] morning.
[G] Now here she was stood by her bed, [C] Zimmer frame [G] holding her up.
[C] Old Roy waltzed in, [G] gave her a wink and [D] said,
How can I [G] help you, love?
[C] Well, old Agnes [G] didn't hesitate.
[D] She knew why she wanted [G] him here.
She said, [C] I haven't had a man [G] go down on me [A] for over 50 [D] years.
I can fix it.
Old [G] Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic [A] Tacs.
Man's got a job [D] to do.
Hung like a [G] fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] A senior [G] sexual superstar, [D] Old [G] Roy the Ruder.
He said, well, let's put away that Zimmer frame and take [C] that fleecy nightie [G] off.
And we won't be needin' them nana knickers, but [A] them fluffy slippers [D] turn me on.
[G] He laid her gently back upon the bed [C] and like a true [G] blue gent,
[C] Blew the dust and [G] cobwebs off her [D] minge and in he [G] fuckin' went.
[E]
[A] He gagged and spat and spluttered, [D] then he pulled his head [A] right back.
Fuckin' hell, I never [B] smelled a minge as [E] bad as that.
[A] Sorry, Roy, it's me arthritis.
[D] Arthritic minge, are [A] you sure?
[D] It's in me shoulders [A] and me elbows and I [E] can't wipe me [A] arse no more.
Sorry.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B]
Man's got a [E] job to do.
[A] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] A [A] geriatric love guru.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
But did Old Roy give up on Agnes?
[D] No [A] fuckin' way.
He grabbed a can of disinfectant,
Gave [B] that mingey [E]-minger spray,
[A] Stuck an oxygen mask over his nose [D] and a rubber glove on [A] his tongue
And [D] dived headfirst into [A] that toxic trench [E] until he made old [A] Agnes cum.
Twice.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B] Man's got a [E] job to do.
Hung like a [A] fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] The livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D] Chemically [A] enhanced dirty old [E] man.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D] Senior [A] sexual superstar.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D] [A] Geriatric love guru.
[E] Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D]
Livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[C] His wife died [G] years ago.
Bit of a lad when he was younger.
[Am] Bit of a legend [D] now.
[G] Seems he stole the key to the dispensary.
[C] Just went in and helped [G] himself.
[C] Viagra, [G] Cialis, finger splints [D] and a tub of KY [G] gel.
Saw [C] himself as a [G] carnal carer to all [D] those women without [G] a man.
To all [C] them frustrated, [G] frail and elderly, [A] Roy was their [D] last chance.
We called [G] him Old Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[A] Man's got a job [D] to do.
[G] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] Chemically [G] enhanced, dirty old [D] man, Old [G] Roy the Ruder.
He was doing his rounds on his mobility scooter [C] when he stopped at room [G] 54.
Old Agnes had dropped her key in his pocket [A] a little earlier that [D] morning.
[G] Now here she was stood by her bed, [C] Zimmer frame [G] holding her up.
[C] Old Roy waltzed in, [G] gave her a wink and [D] said,
How can I [G] help you, love?
[C] Well, old Agnes [G] didn't hesitate.
[D] She knew why she wanted [G] him here.
She said, [C] I haven't had a man [G] go down on me [A] for over 50 [D] years.
I can fix it.
Old [G] Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic [A] Tacs.
Man's got a job [D] to do.
Hung like a [G] fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] A senior [G] sexual superstar, [D] Old [G] Roy the Ruder.
He said, well, let's put away that Zimmer frame and take [C] that fleecy nightie [G] off.
And we won't be needin' them nana knickers, but [A] them fluffy slippers [D] turn me on.
[G] He laid her gently back upon the bed [C] and like a true [G] blue gent,
[C] Blew the dust and [G] cobwebs off her [D] minge and in he [G] fuckin' went.
[E]
[A] He gagged and spat and spluttered, [D] then he pulled his head [A] right back.
Fuckin' hell, I never [B] smelled a minge as [E] bad as that.
[A] Sorry, Roy, it's me arthritis.
[D] Arthritic minge, are [A] you sure?
[D] It's in me shoulders [A] and me elbows and I [E] can't wipe me [A] arse no more.
Sorry.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B]
Man's got a [E] job to do.
[A] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] A [A] geriatric love guru.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
But did Old Roy give up on Agnes?
[D] No [A] fuckin' way.
He grabbed a can of disinfectant,
Gave [B] that mingey [E]-minger spray,
[A] Stuck an oxygen mask over his nose [D] and a rubber glove on [A] his tongue
And [D] dived headfirst into [A] that toxic trench [E] until he made old [A] Agnes cum.
Twice.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B] Man's got a [E] job to do.
Hung like a [A] fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] The livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D] Chemically [A] enhanced dirty old [E] man.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D] Senior [A] sexual superstar.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D] [A] Geriatric love guru.
[E] Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
[D]
Livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
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He lived all alone in a nursing home.
[C] His wife died [G] years ago.
Bit of a lad when he was younger.
_ [Am] Bit of a legend [D] now.
[G] Seems he stole the key to the dispensary.
[C] Just went in and helped [G] himself.
_ [C] Viagra, [G] Cialis, finger splints [D] and a tub of KY [G] gel.
_ Saw [C] himself as a [G] carnal carer to all [D] those women without [G] a man.
To all [C] them frustrated, [G] frail and elderly, [A] Roy was their [D] last chance.
We called [G] him Old Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[A] Man's got a job [D] to do.
[G] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] Chemically [G] enhanced, dirty old [D] man, Old [G] Roy the Ruder. _ _ _
_ _ He was doing his rounds on his mobility scooter [C] when he stopped at room [G] 54.
Old Agnes had dropped her key in his pocket [A] a little earlier that [D] morning.
[G] Now here she was stood by her bed, [C] Zimmer frame [G] holding her up.
[C] Old Roy waltzed in, [G] gave her a wink and [D] said,
How can I [G] help you, love?
_ [C] Well, old Agnes [G] didn't hesitate.
[D] She knew why she wanted [G] him here.
She said, [C] I haven't had a man [G] go down on me [A] for over 50 [D] years.
I can fix it.
Old [G] Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic [A] Tacs.
Man's got a job [D] to do.
Hung like a [G] fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] A senior [G] sexual superstar, [D] Old [G] Roy the Ruder.
He _ _ said, well, let's put away that Zimmer frame and take [C] that fleecy nightie [G] off.
And we won't be needin' them nana knickers, but [A] them fluffy slippers [D] turn me on.
[G] He laid her gently back upon the bed [C] and like a true [G] blue gent,
[C] Blew the dust and [G] cobwebs off her [D] minge and in he [G] fuckin' went.
[E] _ _ _
[A] He gagged and spat and spluttered, [D] then he pulled his head [A] right back.
_ Fuckin' hell, I never [B] smelled a minge as [E] bad as that.
[A] Sorry, Roy, it's me arthritis.
[D] Arthritic minge, are [A] you sure?
[D] It's in me shoulders [A] and me elbows and I [E] can't wipe me [A] arse no more.
Sorry.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B]
Man's got a [E] job to do.
[A] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] A [A] geriatric love guru.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
But did Old Roy give up on Agnes?
_ [D] No [A] fuckin' way.
He grabbed a can of disinfectant,
Gave [B] that mingey [E]-minger spray,
[A] Stuck an oxygen mask over his nose [D] and a rubber glove on [A] his tongue
And [D] dived headfirst into [A] that toxic trench [E] until he made old [A] Agnes cum.
_ Twice.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B] Man's got a [E] job to do. _
Hung like a [A] fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] The livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder. _
_ [D] Chemically [A] enhanced dirty old [E] man.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
_ _ [D] Senior [A] sexual superstar.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
_ _ [D] _ [A] Geriatric love guru.
[E] Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
_ _ [D]
Livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He lived all alone in a nursing home.
[C] His wife died [G] years ago.
Bit of a lad when he was younger.
_ [Am] Bit of a legend [D] now.
[G] Seems he stole the key to the dispensary.
[C] Just went in and helped [G] himself.
_ [C] Viagra, [G] Cialis, finger splints [D] and a tub of KY [G] gel.
_ Saw [C] himself as a [G] carnal carer to all [D] those women without [G] a man.
To all [C] them frustrated, [G] frail and elderly, [A] Roy was their [D] last chance.
We called [G] him Old Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[A] Man's got a job [D] to do.
[G] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] Chemically [G] enhanced, dirty old [D] man, Old [G] Roy the Ruder. _ _ _
_ _ He was doing his rounds on his mobility scooter [C] when he stopped at room [G] 54.
Old Agnes had dropped her key in his pocket [A] a little earlier that [D] morning.
[G] Now here she was stood by her bed, [C] Zimmer frame [G] holding her up.
[C] Old Roy waltzed in, [G] gave her a wink and [D] said,
How can I [G] help you, love?
_ [C] Well, old Agnes [G] didn't hesitate.
[D] She knew why she wanted [G] him here.
She said, [C] I haven't had a man [G] go down on me [A] for over 50 [D] years.
I can fix it.
Old [G] Roy the Ruder with [C] his six-a-night [G] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic [A] Tacs.
Man's got a job [D] to do.
Hung like a [G] fuckin' thoroughbred [C] on his pimped up mobility [G] scooter.
[C] A senior [G] sexual superstar, [D] Old [G] Roy the Ruder.
He _ _ said, well, let's put away that Zimmer frame and take [C] that fleecy nightie [G] off.
And we won't be needin' them nana knickers, but [A] them fluffy slippers [D] turn me on.
[G] He laid her gently back upon the bed [C] and like a true [G] blue gent,
[C] Blew the dust and [G] cobwebs off her [D] minge and in he [G] fuckin' went.
[E] _ _ _
[A] He gagged and spat and spluttered, [D] then he pulled his head [A] right back.
_ Fuckin' hell, I never [B] smelled a minge as [E] bad as that.
[A] Sorry, Roy, it's me arthritis.
[D] Arthritic minge, are [A] you sure?
[D] It's in me shoulders [A] and me elbows and I [E] can't wipe me [A] arse no more.
Sorry.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B]
Man's got a [E] job to do.
[A] Hung like a fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] A [A] geriatric love guru.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
But did Old Roy give up on Agnes?
_ [D] No [A] fuckin' way.
He grabbed a can of disinfectant,
Gave [B] that mingey [E]-minger spray,
[A] Stuck an oxygen mask over his nose [D] and a rubber glove on [A] his tongue
And [D] dived headfirst into [A] that toxic trench [E] until he made old [A] Agnes cum.
_ Twice.
Old Roy the Ruder with [D] his six-a-night [A] shot shooter.
Poppin' them little blue pills like Tic Tacs.
[B] Man's got a [E] job to do. _
Hung like a [A] fuckin' thoroughbred [D] on his pimped-up [A] mobility scooter.
[D] The livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder. _
_ [D] Chemically [A] enhanced dirty old [E] man.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
_ _ [D] Senior [A] sexual superstar.
[E]
Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
_ _ [D] _ [A] Geriatric love guru.
[E] Old [A] Roy the Ruder.
_ _ [D]
Livin' [A] lovin' fuckin' [E] legend.
Old [A] Roy the Ruder. _
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