The Dubliners - The Button Pusher Chords
Tempo:
106 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
I am the man, the well-fed man, [B] in charge of the [E] terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
When [A] the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
[E] a consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, [B] there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
I sit at me desk in Washington, [B] in charge of this [E] great machine.
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than stricken Ene.
And [A] in the evening after a tiring day, [E] just to give [B] meself a laugh,
[E] I hit the button, a playful [B] belt, and I listen for [E] the blast.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
a [E]
consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.
If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell,
with a wink and a nod from Nixon, I'd blast them all to hell.
[A] And as for that fellow Castro, [E] him with the sugar [B] cane,
he [E] needn't hide behind his whiskers, [B] I'll get him just [E] the same.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe [B] it's not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
If me wife denies me conjocular rights, [B] or me breakfast [E] milk is sour,
from eight to nine in the morning, you're in for a nervous hour.
[A] The button being so terribly [E] close, it's really a [B] dreadful joke.
[E] I pop with me ass, as I go passing, me lull go up the slope.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe it's [B] not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
Now I'm thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb.
We'll take up a large collection, and I'll donate me some.
[A] For without it, I am helpless, [E] and that's the way [B] to be.
[E] You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free.
I am the man, the well-fed man, [B] in charge of the [E] terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
When [A] the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
[E] a consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, [B] there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
I sit at me desk in Washington, [B] in charge of this [E] great machine.
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than stricken Ene.
And [A] in the evening after a tiring day, [E] just to give [B] meself a laugh,
[E] I hit the button, a playful [B] belt, and I listen for [E] the blast.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
a [E]
consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.
If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell,
with a wink and a nod from Nixon, I'd blast them all to hell.
[A] And as for that fellow Castro, [E] him with the sugar [B] cane,
he [E] needn't hide behind his whiskers, [B] I'll get him just [E] the same.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe [B] it's not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
If me wife denies me conjocular rights, [B] or me breakfast [E] milk is sour,
from eight to nine in the morning, you're in for a nervous hour.
[A] The button being so terribly [E] close, it's really a [B] dreadful joke.
[E] I pop with me ass, as I go passing, me lull go up the slope.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe it's [B] not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
Now I'm thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb.
We'll take up a large collection, and I'll donate me some.
[A] For without it, I am helpless, [E] and that's the way [B] to be.
[E] You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free.
Key:
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I am the man, the well-fed man, [B] in charge of the [E] terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
When [A] the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
[E] a consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, [B] there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
_ I sit at me desk in Washington, [B] in charge of this [E] great machine.
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than stricken Ene.
And [A] in the evening after a tiring day, [E] just to give [B] meself a laugh,
[E] I hit the button, a playful [B] belt, and I listen for [E] the blast.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
a [E]
consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.
_ If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell,
with a wink and a nod from Nixon, I'd blast them all to hell.
[A] And as for that fellow Castro, [E] him with the sugar [B] cane,
he [E] needn't hide behind his whiskers, [B] I'll get him just [E] the same.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe [B] it's not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
_ If me wife denies me conjocular rights, [B] or me breakfast [E] milk is sour,
from eight to nine in the morning, you're in for a nervous hour.
[A] The button being so terribly [E] close, it's really a [B] dreadful joke.
[E] I pop with me ass, as I go passing, me lull go up the slope.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe it's [B] not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
_ Now I'm thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb.
We'll take up a large collection, and I'll donate me some.
[A] For without it, I am helpless, [E] and that's the way [B] to be.
[E] You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I am the man, the well-fed man, [B] in charge of the [E] terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
When [A] the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
[E] a consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, [B] there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
_ I sit at me desk in Washington, [B] in charge of this [E] great machine.
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than stricken Ene.
And [A] in the evening after a tiring day, [E] just to give [B] meself a laugh,
[E] I hit the button, a playful [B] belt, and I listen for [E] the blast.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting [B] free,
a [E]
consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.
_ If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell,
with a wink and a nod from Nixon, I'd blast them all to hell.
[A] And as for that fellow Castro, [E] him with the sugar [B] cane,
he [E] needn't hide behind his whiskers, [B] I'll get him just [E] the same.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe [B] it's not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
_ If me wife denies me conjocular rights, [B] or me breakfast [E] milk is sour,
from eight to nine in the morning, you're in for a nervous hour.
[A] The button being so terribly [E] close, it's really a [B] dreadful joke.
[E] I pop with me ass, as I go passing, me lull go up the slope.
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.
[A] When the atom war is over, [E] and the world is smitting free,
a consolation I've got, well maybe it's [B] not, there'll be nobody [E] left but me.
_ Now I'm thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb.
We'll take up a large collection, and I'll donate me some.
[A] For without it, I am helpless, [E] and that's the way [B] to be.
[E] You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free. _ _
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