A Most Disgusting Song Chords by Rodriguez
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#
A
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [E]
[A]
[F#]
[B]
[E]
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.
[A]
[D] I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals, [F#] in [D] opera houses, concert halls,
halfway houses.
[E]
Well, I found in all these places that I've played,
[A] all the people that I've played were
the same people.
[F#]
So, if you'll listen, [D#] maybe you'll see someone you know in this [E] song.
A most disgusting song.
The local Diddy Bob pimp comes in.
[A]
Acting limp, he sits down with a grin.
[F#] Next to a girl that has never been chased, [E] [B] the bartender wipes a smile off his face.
[E] The delegates cross the floor, [A]
curtsy and promenade through the doors.
[F#] And slowly the evening begins.
[B]
[E] And there's Jimmy Bad Luck Butts, [A]
who's just crazy about the me-sloppy-at-weekend sluts.
[F#] Chalking is the lawyer in the crumpled up shirt.
[Bm]
And [B] everyone's drinking the detergents that cannot remove their [E] hurt.
While the [C#] mafia provides your [E] drugs,
[A] your government will provide the shrugs.
[F#] And your national [B] guard will supply the slugs.
[F#]
[B] So they sit, all satisfied.
[E]
And there's old playboy Ralph,
[A] who's always been shorter than himself.
And there's [F#] a man with his chin in his hand,
[E] who knows more [Bm] than he'll ever understand.
[E]
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing.
Getting high, getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
[F#]
At the in-between.
[B]
Again.
[E] And there's a bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes, [A] who at every scented skirt whispers
of his size.
[F#] And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French, [B] who could never give love, could only fearfully clench.
[E] Yeah, [B] people, every night it's the same old [E] thing.
[A] Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate.
[F#] At Mr.
[B] Flutt's party.
[E] Again.
And there's the militant with his store-bought soul.
[A]
There's someone here who's almost a virgin, I've been told.
[E] [F#] [B] And there's Linda, glass [F#] maid who speaks of the past, [Bm] who Jennyflex salute signs across
and stands [B] at half-mast.
[E] Yeah, they're all here, the tiny chims in the uncle Tom's.
[A] Redheads, brunettes, brownheads, and the dyed-haired blondes.
Who talk [F#] to dogs, chase broads, and have hopes of being [E] mobbed.
Who mislay their [Bm] dreams and later [E] claim that they were robbed.
And every night it's gonna be the same old thing.
[A] Getting high, [Em] getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
[F#] Lost, even, [B] at Martha's Vineyard. Again.
[A]
[F#]
[B]
[E]
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.
[A]
[D] I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals, [F#] in [D] opera houses, concert halls,
halfway houses.
[E]
Well, I found in all these places that I've played,
[A] all the people that I've played were
the same people.
[F#]
So, if you'll listen, [D#] maybe you'll see someone you know in this [E] song.
A most disgusting song.
The local Diddy Bob pimp comes in.
[A]
Acting limp, he sits down with a grin.
[F#] Next to a girl that has never been chased, [E] [B] the bartender wipes a smile off his face.
[E] The delegates cross the floor, [A]
curtsy and promenade through the doors.
[F#] And slowly the evening begins.
[B]
[E] And there's Jimmy Bad Luck Butts, [A]
who's just crazy about the me-sloppy-at-weekend sluts.
[F#] Chalking is the lawyer in the crumpled up shirt.
[Bm]
And [B] everyone's drinking the detergents that cannot remove their [E] hurt.
While the [C#] mafia provides your [E] drugs,
[A] your government will provide the shrugs.
[F#] And your national [B] guard will supply the slugs.
[F#]
[B] So they sit, all satisfied.
[E]
And there's old playboy Ralph,
[A] who's always been shorter than himself.
And there's [F#] a man with his chin in his hand,
[E] who knows more [Bm] than he'll ever understand.
[E]
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing.
Getting high, getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
[F#]
At the in-between.
[B]
Again.
[E] And there's a bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes, [A] who at every scented skirt whispers
of his size.
[F#] And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French, [B] who could never give love, could only fearfully clench.
[E] Yeah, [B] people, every night it's the same old [E] thing.
[A] Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate.
[F#] At Mr.
[B] Flutt's party.
[E] Again.
And there's the militant with his store-bought soul.
[A]
There's someone here who's almost a virgin, I've been told.
[E] [F#] [B] And there's Linda, glass [F#] maid who speaks of the past, [Bm] who Jennyflex salute signs across
and stands [B] at half-mast.
[E] Yeah, they're all here, the tiny chims in the uncle Tom's.
[A] Redheads, brunettes, brownheads, and the dyed-haired blondes.
Who talk [F#] to dogs, chase broads, and have hopes of being [E] mobbed.
Who mislay their [Bm] dreams and later [E] claim that they were robbed.
And every night it's gonna be the same old thing.
[A] Getting high, [Em] getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
[F#] Lost, even, [B] at Martha's Vineyard. Again.
Key:
E
F#
A
B
Bm
E
F#
A
[N] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals, [F#] _ _ _ in [D] opera houses, concert halls,
halfway houses.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I found in all these places that I've played, _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ all the people that I've played were
the same people.
_ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ So, if you'll listen, [D#] maybe you'll see someone you know in this [E] song. _ _ _ _ _
A most disgusting song. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The local Diddy Bob pimp comes in.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
Acting limp, he sits down with a grin. _
_ [F#] _ _ Next to a girl that has never been chased, [E] _ _ _ _ [B] the bartender wipes a smile off his face. _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ The delegates cross the floor, _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
curtsy and promenade through the doors. _
_ _ [F#] _ And slowly the evening begins.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ And there's Jimmy Bad Luck Butts, _ _ [A] _
_ who's just crazy about the me-sloppy-at-weekend sluts.
_ [F#] _ _ Chalking is the lawyer in the crumpled up shirt.
_ _ [Bm] _
And [B] everyone's drinking the detergents that cannot remove their [E] hurt. _ _ _ _ _ _
While the [C#] mafia provides your [E] drugs, _ _ _
[A] _ your government will provide the shrugs.
_ _ _ [F#] _ And your national [B] guard will supply the slugs.
[F#] _ _
[B] So they sit, all satisfied.
[E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's old playboy Ralph, _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ who's always been shorter than himself. _ _ _ _
And there's [F#] a man with his chin in his hand, _ _
_ _ [E] who knows more [Bm] than he'll ever understand.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing. _ _
_ _ _ Getting high, getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
At the in-between.
_ [B] _ _ _
_ Again.
[E] And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ there's a bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes, _ _ _ [A] _ who at every scented skirt whispers
of his size. _ _
[F#] _ And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French, _ _ _ [B] who could never give love, could only fearfully clench. _ _ _
[E] Yeah, [B] people, every night it's the same old [E] thing.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Getting pacified, ossified, _ affectionate. _ _
_ [F#] _ At Mr.
[B] Flutt's party.
_ _ _ _ [E] Again. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And there's the militant with his store-bought soul.
_ _ _ [A] _
There's someone here who's almost a virgin, I've been told.
[E] _ _ [F#] _ [B] And there's Linda, glass [F#] maid who speaks of the past, _ _ [Bm] who Jennyflex salute signs across
and stands [B] at half-mast.
[E] _ _ Yeah, they're all here, the tiny chims in the uncle Tom's. _ _
[A] Redheads, brunettes, brownheads, and the _ dyed-haired blondes.
Who talk [F#] to dogs, chase broads, and have hopes of being [E] mobbed.
Who mislay their [Bm] dreams and later [E] claim that they were robbed.
_ _ _ _ _ And every night it's gonna be the same old thing. _ _ _
[A] Getting high, [Em] getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ Lost, even, _ [B] _ at Martha's Vineyard. Again. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals, [F#] _ _ _ in [D] opera houses, concert halls,
halfway houses.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I found in all these places that I've played, _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ all the people that I've played were
the same people.
_ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ So, if you'll listen, [D#] maybe you'll see someone you know in this [E] song. _ _ _ _ _
A most disgusting song. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The local Diddy Bob pimp comes in.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
Acting limp, he sits down with a grin. _
_ [F#] _ _ Next to a girl that has never been chased, [E] _ _ _ _ [B] the bartender wipes a smile off his face. _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ The delegates cross the floor, _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
curtsy and promenade through the doors. _
_ _ [F#] _ And slowly the evening begins.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ And there's Jimmy Bad Luck Butts, _ _ [A] _
_ who's just crazy about the me-sloppy-at-weekend sluts.
_ [F#] _ _ Chalking is the lawyer in the crumpled up shirt.
_ _ [Bm] _
And [B] everyone's drinking the detergents that cannot remove their [E] hurt. _ _ _ _ _ _
While the [C#] mafia provides your [E] drugs, _ _ _
[A] _ your government will provide the shrugs.
_ _ _ [F#] _ And your national [B] guard will supply the slugs.
[F#] _ _
[B] So they sit, all satisfied.
[E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's old playboy Ralph, _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ who's always been shorter than himself. _ _ _ _
And there's [F#] a man with his chin in his hand, _ _
_ _ [E] who knows more [Bm] than he'll ever understand.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing. _ _
_ _ _ Getting high, getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
At the in-between.
_ [B] _ _ _
_ Again.
[E] And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ there's a bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes, _ _ _ [A] _ who at every scented skirt whispers
of his size. _ _
[F#] _ And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French, _ _ _ [B] who could never give love, could only fearfully clench. _ _ _
[E] Yeah, [B] people, every night it's the same old [E] thing.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Getting pacified, ossified, _ affectionate. _ _
_ [F#] _ At Mr.
[B] Flutt's party.
_ _ _ _ [E] Again. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And there's the militant with his store-bought soul.
_ _ _ [A] _
There's someone here who's almost a virgin, I've been told.
[E] _ _ [F#] _ [B] And there's Linda, glass [F#] maid who speaks of the past, _ _ [Bm] who Jennyflex salute signs across
and stands [B] at half-mast.
[E] _ _ Yeah, they're all here, the tiny chims in the uncle Tom's. _ _
[A] Redheads, brunettes, brownheads, and the _ dyed-haired blondes.
Who talk [F#] to dogs, chase broads, and have hopes of being [E] mobbed.
Who mislay their [Bm] dreams and later [E] claim that they were robbed.
_ _ _ _ _ And every night it's gonna be the same old thing. _ _ _
[A] Getting high, [Em] getting drunk, getting [A] horny.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ Lost, even, _ [B] _ at Martha's Vineyard. Again. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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