Chords for The Smell of Rebellion
Tempo:
124.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
Em
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This school of late has started reeking, Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking,
Reeking with [F] the most disturbing [A] scent.
Only the finest nostrils smell it,
But I know it earth too well.
It is the [A] odour of rebellion,
[E] It's the bouquet of dissent, And [G] you may bet your britches
This headmistress [F] finds this foul odour Frustrous, [B] wholly olfactorily [A] insulting.
And [G] so to stop the stench's [Gm] spread, I find a session of phys [Dm]-ed,
[E]
Sort [Ab] the merely [A] rank from the [D]
revolting.
[Gb] Come along, squits, I'll take it from here, Jenny.
[A] [A]
[Dm] The [D] smell of rebellion comes [Dm] out in the [E] sweat, [Bb] And phys-ed will get [A] you sweating.
And it [D] won't be long [E] before [Dm] I smell the pot [Bb] Aiding and [A]
abetting.
[Gm] Before a weed becomes [Ab] too big and greedy, You really [A] need to dip it in the mud.
Before [Gm] the work starts to turn, [Abm] You must scrape off the dirt
[A] And rip it from the [B] mud.
A whiff of [Em] insurgence,
[B] The stench [Db] of intent, [B] The [C] reek of rape,
[B] Pubers and [A] protest, A pong [Em] of defiance,
[B] The odour [Db] of [Gbm] coup, The [C] waft of anarchy [B] in progress.
[A] Once we've [Am] exercised these demons, They [G] shall be too pooped for scheming.
[Gb] Some double-timed discipline Should [B] stop the rot from setting in.
[Em] Discipline, discipline for children who aren't [B] listening,
For fiddlers who are fidgeting and whispering in history,
They're [Am] chattering and chittering, [Em] they're nattering and twittering,
This [B] tempered with a smattering [E] of discipline.
We must begin [Em] insisting on rigidity and discipline,
[B] Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief,
In [E] these minutes you are [Em] flittering and pandering and pitting,
[C] And all that rhymes like this, it [Em] isn't discipline.
The flittering and whiffering and rippling and the [C] sputtering,
The misanthropy, it's an issue we can fix, There [Am] is no mystery to mastering,
[Em] The art of classroom is to seek [C] and never end.
Discipline, discipline!
The smell of rebellion, the stench of repulse,
The reek of [C] rape, puberty and [B] blotting, The whim of [B] resistance, the call [Em] of dissent,
The [C] stink of moral [B] fiber [Gb] rotting.
You're not a champion, Agatha Trench was dead!
[Eb]
[Dbm] Imagine a world with no [B] children, [Abm] Close your eyes and [A] just dream.
[E] Imagine, go on, try it, the [B] peace and the quiet, [Abm] A bubbling [A] stream.
[E] Now imagine a woods with a [B] cottage, [Dbm] And inside that cottage we [Abm] find,
[Gbm] A carnival freak who can [B] fold paper hats with his mind,
And he [Gb] says, don't let them steal your [Db] horses, [Ebm] Don't let them take [B] them away.
[Ebm] If he finds your way [Bbm] through, they'll be waiting for [Bbm] you,
Singing.
[Abm] La-hee-hee-hee-hee [Db]-hee-hee-hee-hee -hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
She's mad!
[G]
And there, just like I said, [Abm]
Dinky Magatreus is [Ab] dead!
[A] Have you ever seen anything more impallant?
Have you ever
[B] [Em]
[Gb] The scent of [G] revolt, [Am]
the [D] reek of [C]
[B] insubordination, A whiff of [Em]
resistance, [B] the pung of [G] dissent.
[A] And [C] I will not stop till you are squashed, [B] Till this rebellion is [Db] quashed,
[C] Till glorious, sweaty [A]
discipline has [B] watched This sickening stench [Em] away!
[Ebm] [D] [C]
[B] [E]
Reeking with [F] the most disturbing [A] scent.
Only the finest nostrils smell it,
But I know it earth too well.
It is the [A] odour of rebellion,
[E] It's the bouquet of dissent, And [G] you may bet your britches
This headmistress [F] finds this foul odour Frustrous, [B] wholly olfactorily [A] insulting.
And [G] so to stop the stench's [Gm] spread, I find a session of phys [Dm]-ed,
[E]
Sort [Ab] the merely [A] rank from the [D]
revolting.
[Gb] Come along, squits, I'll take it from here, Jenny.
[A] [A]
[Dm] The [D] smell of rebellion comes [Dm] out in the [E] sweat, [Bb] And phys-ed will get [A] you sweating.
And it [D] won't be long [E] before [Dm] I smell the pot [Bb] Aiding and [A]
abetting.
[Gm] Before a weed becomes [Ab] too big and greedy, You really [A] need to dip it in the mud.
Before [Gm] the work starts to turn, [Abm] You must scrape off the dirt
[A] And rip it from the [B] mud.
A whiff of [Em] insurgence,
[B] The stench [Db] of intent, [B] The [C] reek of rape,
[B] Pubers and [A] protest, A pong [Em] of defiance,
[B] The odour [Db] of [Gbm] coup, The [C] waft of anarchy [B] in progress.
[A] Once we've [Am] exercised these demons, They [G] shall be too pooped for scheming.
[Gb] Some double-timed discipline Should [B] stop the rot from setting in.
[Em] Discipline, discipline for children who aren't [B] listening,
For fiddlers who are fidgeting and whispering in history,
They're [Am] chattering and chittering, [Em] they're nattering and twittering,
This [B] tempered with a smattering [E] of discipline.
We must begin [Em] insisting on rigidity and discipline,
[B] Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief,
In [E] these minutes you are [Em] flittering and pandering and pitting,
[C] And all that rhymes like this, it [Em] isn't discipline.
The flittering and whiffering and rippling and the [C] sputtering,
The misanthropy, it's an issue we can fix, There [Am] is no mystery to mastering,
[Em] The art of classroom is to seek [C] and never end.
Discipline, discipline!
The smell of rebellion, the stench of repulse,
The reek of [C] rape, puberty and [B] blotting, The whim of [B] resistance, the call [Em] of dissent,
The [C] stink of moral [B] fiber [Gb] rotting.
You're not a champion, Agatha Trench was dead!
[Eb]
[Dbm] Imagine a world with no [B] children, [Abm] Close your eyes and [A] just dream.
[E] Imagine, go on, try it, the [B] peace and the quiet, [Abm] A bubbling [A] stream.
[E] Now imagine a woods with a [B] cottage, [Dbm] And inside that cottage we [Abm] find,
[Gbm] A carnival freak who can [B] fold paper hats with his mind,
And he [Gb] says, don't let them steal your [Db] horses, [Ebm] Don't let them take [B] them away.
[Ebm] If he finds your way [Bbm] through, they'll be waiting for [Bbm] you,
Singing.
[Abm] La-hee-hee-hee-hee [Db]-hee-hee-hee-hee -hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
She's mad!
[G]
And there, just like I said, [Abm]
Dinky Magatreus is [Ab] dead!
[A] Have you ever seen anything more impallant?
Have you ever
[B] [Em]
[Gb] The scent of [G] revolt, [Am]
the [D] reek of [C]
[B] insubordination, A whiff of [Em]
resistance, [B] the pung of [G] dissent.
[A] And [C] I will not stop till you are squashed, [B] Till this rebellion is [Db] quashed,
[C] Till glorious, sweaty [A]
discipline has [B] watched This sickening stench [Em] away!
[Ebm] [D] [C]
[B] [E]
Key:
B
A
Em
C
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B
A
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
This school of late has started reeking, Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking,
Reeking with [F] the most disturbing [A] scent.
Only the finest nostrils smell it,
But I know it earth too well.
It is the [A] odour of rebellion,
[E] It's the bouquet of dissent, And [G] you may bet your britches
This headmistress [F] finds this foul odour Frustrous, [B] wholly olfactorily [A] insulting.
And [G] so to stop the stench's [Gm] spread, _ I find a session of phys [Dm]-ed,
_ [E]
Sort [Ab] the merely [A] rank from the [D] _ _
revolting.
_ [Gb] _ Come along, squits, I'll take it from here, Jenny.
[A] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Dm] _ The [D] smell of rebellion comes [Dm] out in the [E] sweat, [Bb] And phys-ed will get [A] you sweating.
And it [D] won't be long [E] before [Dm] I smell the pot _ [Bb] _ Aiding and [A]
abetting.
_ [Gm] Before a weed becomes [Ab] too big and greedy, You really [A] need to dip it in the mud. _ _
_ Before [Gm] the work starts to turn, [Abm] You must scrape off the dirt
[A] And rip it from the [B] mud.
A whiff of [Em] insurgence,
[B] The stench [Db] of intent, [B] The [C] reek of rape,
_ [B] Pubers and [A] protest, A pong [Em] of defiance,
[B] The odour [Db] of [Gbm] coup, The [C] waft of anarchy [B] in progress.
_ [A] Once we've [Am] exercised these demons, They [G] shall be too pooped for scheming.
[Gb] Some double-timed discipline Should [B] stop the rot from setting in. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Discipline, discipline for children who aren't [B] listening,
For fiddlers who are fidgeting and whispering in history,
They're [Am] chattering and chittering, [Em] they're nattering and twittering,
This [B] tempered with a smattering [E] of discipline.
We must begin [Em] insisting on rigidity and discipline,
[B] Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief,
In [E] these minutes you are [Em] flittering and pandering and pitting,
[C] And all that rhymes like this, it [Em] isn't discipline.
The flittering and whiffering and rippling and the [C] sputtering,
The misanthropy, it's an issue we can fix, There [Am] is no mystery to mastering,
[Em] The art of classroom is to seek [C] and never end.
Discipline, discipline!
The smell of rebellion, the stench of repulse,
The reek of [C] rape, puberty and [B] blotting, The whim of [B] resistance, the call [Em] of dissent,
The [C] stink of moral [B] fiber [Gb] rotting.
You're not a champion, Agatha Trench was dead!
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] Imagine a world with no [B] children, _ _ [Abm] _ Close your eyes and [A] just dream.
_ _ [E] Imagine, go on, try it, the [B] peace and the quiet, [Abm] A bubbling [A] stream. _ _ _ _
[E] Now imagine a woods with a [B] cottage, _ [Dbm] And inside that cottage we [Abm] find,
_ _ [Gbm] _ A _ _ carnival freak who can [B] fold paper hats with his mind,
And he [Gb] says, don't let them steal your [Db] horses, _ [Ebm] Don't let them take [B] them away.
_ [Ebm] If he finds your way [Bbm] through, they'll be waiting for [Bbm] you,
Singing.
[Abm] La-hee-hee-hee-hee [Db]-hee-hee-hee-hee _ _ -hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
_ She's mad!
[G] _ _
And there, just like I said, _ [Abm]
Dinky Magatreus is [Ab] dead!
[A] Have you ever seen anything more impallant?
Have you ever _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[Gb] The scent of [G] _ revolt, _ [Am] _
the [D] reek of _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [B] insubordination, A whiff of [Em] _
resistance, [B] the pung of [G] dissent.
_ [A] _ _ And [C] I will not stop till you are squashed, [B] Till this rebellion is [Db] quashed,
[C] Till glorious, sweaty [A] _
discipline has [B] watched This sickening _ _ stench _ [Em] away!
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This school of late has started reeking, Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking,
Reeking with [F] the most disturbing [A] scent.
Only the finest nostrils smell it,
But I know it earth too well.
It is the [A] odour of rebellion,
[E] It's the bouquet of dissent, And [G] you may bet your britches
This headmistress [F] finds this foul odour Frustrous, [B] wholly olfactorily [A] insulting.
And [G] so to stop the stench's [Gm] spread, _ I find a session of phys [Dm]-ed,
_ [E]
Sort [Ab] the merely [A] rank from the [D] _ _
revolting.
_ [Gb] _ Come along, squits, I'll take it from here, Jenny.
[A] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Dm] _ The [D] smell of rebellion comes [Dm] out in the [E] sweat, [Bb] And phys-ed will get [A] you sweating.
And it [D] won't be long [E] before [Dm] I smell the pot _ [Bb] _ Aiding and [A]
abetting.
_ [Gm] Before a weed becomes [Ab] too big and greedy, You really [A] need to dip it in the mud. _ _
_ Before [Gm] the work starts to turn, [Abm] You must scrape off the dirt
[A] And rip it from the [B] mud.
A whiff of [Em] insurgence,
[B] The stench [Db] of intent, [B] The [C] reek of rape,
_ [B] Pubers and [A] protest, A pong [Em] of defiance,
[B] The odour [Db] of [Gbm] coup, The [C] waft of anarchy [B] in progress.
_ [A] Once we've [Am] exercised these demons, They [G] shall be too pooped for scheming.
[Gb] Some double-timed discipline Should [B] stop the rot from setting in. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Discipline, discipline for children who aren't [B] listening,
For fiddlers who are fidgeting and whispering in history,
They're [Am] chattering and chittering, [Em] they're nattering and twittering,
This [B] tempered with a smattering [E] of discipline.
We must begin [Em] insisting on rigidity and discipline,
[B] Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief,
In [E] these minutes you are [Em] flittering and pandering and pitting,
[C] And all that rhymes like this, it [Em] isn't discipline.
The flittering and whiffering and rippling and the [C] sputtering,
The misanthropy, it's an issue we can fix, There [Am] is no mystery to mastering,
[Em] The art of classroom is to seek [C] and never end.
Discipline, discipline!
The smell of rebellion, the stench of repulse,
The reek of [C] rape, puberty and [B] blotting, The whim of [B] resistance, the call [Em] of dissent,
The [C] stink of moral [B] fiber [Gb] rotting.
You're not a champion, Agatha Trench was dead!
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] Imagine a world with no [B] children, _ _ [Abm] _ Close your eyes and [A] just dream.
_ _ [E] Imagine, go on, try it, the [B] peace and the quiet, [Abm] A bubbling [A] stream. _ _ _ _
[E] Now imagine a woods with a [B] cottage, _ [Dbm] And inside that cottage we [Abm] find,
_ _ [Gbm] _ A _ _ carnival freak who can [B] fold paper hats with his mind,
And he [Gb] says, don't let them steal your [Db] horses, _ [Ebm] Don't let them take [B] them away.
_ [Ebm] If he finds your way [Bbm] through, they'll be waiting for [Bbm] you,
Singing.
[Abm] La-hee-hee-hee-hee [Db]-hee-hee-hee-hee _ _ -hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
_ She's mad!
[G] _ _
And there, just like I said, _ [Abm]
Dinky Magatreus is [Ab] dead!
[A] Have you ever seen anything more impallant?
Have you ever _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[Gb] The scent of [G] _ revolt, _ [Am] _
the [D] reek of _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [B] insubordination, A whiff of [Em] _
resistance, [B] the pung of [G] dissent.
_ [A] _ _ And [C] I will not stop till you are squashed, [B] Till this rebellion is [Db] quashed,
[C] Till glorious, sweaty [A] _
discipline has [B] watched This sickening _ _ stench _ [Em] away!
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _