Chords for ROOT! on Spicks and Specks - only the ROOT! bits - I Wish I Was Tex Perkins

_ _ _ [N] Teams have to buzz in and identify the tunes being performed live in the studio.
Tonight, your songs are being played by Garage Punk Poets, Root!
Yay! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Song one, please.
_ _ [G#] I wish I was Bono,
[A] except for the bit where everyone wants [G#] to slap me.
[C#m] _ I wish I was Harris [G#] Hilton,
except [E] pretty, intelligent,
[F#]
and [G#] there was a point to [E] be here. _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ [C#] _ I wish I was Percy Quick [G#]-Grip Shelley here.
_ [E] Oh! _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [N] And Britney Spears' song, How I'm Lost,
that's supposed to know that one.
Hit me, baby, one more time.
Yes, it is quite a job.
_ _ _ _ _ Britney Spears.
_ _ Next song, [Fm] please.
_ I wish I was [C] a bird flying _ up _
[D] _ _ and then _ _ _ _ down, _ down, [G] to poo
_ _ on the windscreen of Nelly [C] Furtado's house. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Finally, Da Da Da.
It's Da Da Da. _ _
[G#] _ _ [D] _ Final song, [Am] please, Root.
_ _ [E] I wish I [F#m] was Huck Finn, not [A] Huck Tooey.
[D] I wish I was Quick-Draw [C#m] McGraw, not [Bm]
Abba Louie.
_ _ _ [A] I wish I was [C#m] the Shire of [F#] Aram,
not the [A] Shire of Also [D]-Ram.
I wish I was [A] Superman, [B] not _ _ [Em] Supercilious.
[A] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [N] _ She's a rich girl.
Yes, rich girl. _ _ _ _ _
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Root. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The winner of that round is Miff Dennis Cullen on five points,
Alan Donna Scott in front, eight points. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ We leave you tonight with a live performance from Root
as they play an original song entitled I Wish I Was Tex Perkins.
Thanks for watching Spix and Spex.
My name's Adam Hills.
Good night, Australia.
_ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ _
I wish I was Tex Perkins.
He's a killer [F#m] with the ladies.
[B] He's [F#m] every sun-kissed Aussie [B] girl's favourite kind of shady,
[F#m] lascivious, oblivious.
[B] In his gasoline-stained Dax,
he [A] waits to meet your daughter on the wrong [F#m] side of the tracks.
[B] He's every high-flying businesswoman's idea of rough trade.
Even brainy feminists queue up to be enslaved.
He flings [A] his tradesman's ladder up to your [C#] wife's balustrade.
He goes on like that endless [B] road, he just keeps getting laid.
No meet-and-greet in suburbia for this man, if you please.
He's Tex Perkins.
[G]
He eats roots and [D] leaves.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] _
He's so [E] hot.
_ [A] Who don't [B] want some [E] breads?
And [A] the ladies [B] sure connect.
[E] _ _ [A] Tex [B] _ Perkins.
I [E] wish I was [B] Tex Perkins.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _