Chords for WE HAPPY FEW - THE RAP SONG | Dan Bull

We only want [B] you to be happy.
[F#]
We only want you to [E] be [D#m] happy.
And [F#] if you refuse, [G#m] we won't be able to tell [B] for what we do [C#] to [G#m] you.
Make your [F#m] choice.
Well, well, welcome to Wellington [B] Wells, a tranquil town nestled gently in the fens and the [F#m] fells.
But blocks from apart, they were fairly [E] compelled by a desire to repel negative memory [F#m] spells.
But nothing ever happened, did it?
So let me [G#m] dispel the tittle-tattle, little baffle.
If you enter your [A] shell, clearly unwell, between the medicine, the fetting, or [C#] hell.
There's nothing quite like a rest to replenish the [F#m] cells at home.
Debonair gentlemen and delicate fells.
Women of eminence [B] felt, mourning in elegant [E] flowers.
While the men are in trousers of [E] Sumerian spells.
Under [C#] double-breasted blazers with a trendy little [F#m] pelt.
But if you break the legislation, you'll be readily dealt.
There's nothing quite like [B] a rest to replenish the [E] cells.
So don't expect to be held in a respectable [C#] house without respecting the house rules at which we [F#m] excel.
So when you petulate well, collect a tattle upon this excellent [B] well.
We'll give this work to them, [E] pal.
There's a correction expelled, and in the distance it [C#] yells.
Oh, with the smiths as a mouse, we can bite everyone [F#m] else.
We only want you [B] to be happy.
[F#]
We only want you [E] to be _ happy.
[F#] And if you refuse, [G#m] we won't be held accountable [B] for what we do to [C#] you.
[G#m] _ [Am] Oi!
Clear your place with the wellies and the whiskers.
Place your crate with a plate full [E] of rain fuel.
And bald, hey, you can flickle the table.
Buddy, buddy, buddy, be grateful.
And take another plateful straight from the table.
Today we're serving up a trail with a ladle.
What you need to pray for?
You're already faithful.
All you slaves will be lordsly payful.
Any deviation from the state will be painful.
Let's just not click it.
Baseball.
Make sure if you see a weddy acting at all strange, call us so we can say,
LORDS!
Never mind [Am] if a belly can't sing.
I blame that on the very fact.
Bing.
Moving swiftly forward. Awesome.
[G#] The force should not be ignored.
[Am] Enforcement.
This is Jimmy.
British Bobby.
Eating civvies.
This is [E] Bobby.
But you've got nothing to fear if you adhere to the rules that are utterly [Am] clear.
Rest to impress.
Be nice and polite.
Take your joy.
[G] Stay inside in the night.
And the [Am] Bobby on the beat won't have to beat you.
[C#] Save that for the [F#m] happy few.
We only want you [B] to be happy.
[F#]
We only want you [E] to be happy.
[F#m] And if you _ [G#m] refuse, we won't be held accountable [B] for what we do to [C#] you.
[G#] Take your [F#m] joy.
_ Take your [B] _ joy.
_ [F#m] _
_ Enjoy [E] your joy.
_ [F#m] _
_ Take [G#] your joy.
_ _ [B] _
It's the safest [C#] _ _ [G#] choice [Am] to make.
We want a land of anxiety.
That's a hang priority.
H-R-E [C#m]-A-G-P.
Propriety.
[Am] Why oh why are we pushed to the margin by [D#] high society?
Drifting [Am] in gardens.
Swapping in past.
Muttering crap as we [C] fight to survive [A] on nothing but scraps.
Look and understand.
I'm an upstanding chap.
Nothing in hand.
That's why I'm [D#m] bouncing back from the upper class to the cross.
The upper hand on the down is an upside down.
First to back.
But on the upside down is the worst.
Dig it down.
And the down.
Dig it up.
Dig it.
Dig it to town.
Dig it.
Dig it around.
Dig it in and out.
Weaker than the willow when they figured it out.
Wow, you're weaker.
We're weaker.
5P.
Poor [G#] few.
But at least we're the happy [F#m] few.
There's no better place to live in.
No better living than the land where happiness [G#m] is a given.
Why trouble your [E] mind with decisions?
Free [F] will is the benignest of [F#m] prisons.
Take joy.
See the light through the prison.
Close your [B] eyes and dive to the [E] rhythm.
[G#m] Listen.
That is the [E] sound of serenity [C#] arisen.
Sapping down as a [F#m] manager given.
A smack around for the benefit of it.
A rough and tumble is the healthiest [E] sedative.
[G#m] Well, at least it is now, cause I said [C#] it is.
And any doubt is a mouthful of [F#m] heresies.
Don't lie, Tracks, and you're doubtful of [F#] therapy.
There's very little help for you now.
So the [E] remedy for doubt is inherently the doubt of the [C#] menaces.
Here's a swift kick in the ass.
Oh, [F#m] yes it is.
We only want you to [B] be happy.
[F#]
We only want you to be happy.
And if you refuse, [G#m] we won't be held accountable.
For [B]
what we do to [C#] you.
[G#m] Take your [F#m] joy.
Take your [B] joy.
_ _ [F#m] _
Enjoy your [E] _ joy.
_ [C#] _
Take your [D#] joy.
_ _ [B]
It's the safest [C#] _ _ choice.
[E]
Hey, mate.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ Ha ha ha!
That was a riot, wasn't it?
I sincerely hope you've enjoyed the last [Cm] four minutes.
Don't forget to follow the rules that keep everybody happy.
Dress to impress.
Take your joy.
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And stay inside at night.
Cheerio.
See you soon. _
_ _ [Gm] Daniel.
[G] Oh.
Jacoby.
Yep. _
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