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59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy) [G]Simon & Garfunkel

Intro
G D A D x2

Verse
G Slow D down, you A move too D fast,
G You got to D make the A morning D last
G Just kickin' D down the A cobble D stones,
G Lookin' forD fun and A feelin' D groovy.
G Ba da da D da da, da da, A feelin' D groovy...

Bridge
G D A D x2

Verse
G Hello D lamppost, A whatcha D knowin'?
G I've come to D watch your A flowers D growing.
G Ain't cha D got no A rhymes for D me?
G Dootin' D do-do-do, A feeling D groovy.
G Ba da da D da da, da da, A feelin' D groovy...

Bridge
G D A D x2

G Got no deeds to D do, no A promises to D keep.
G I'm dappled and D drowsy and A ready to D sleep.
G Let the morning time D drop all its A petals on D me.
G Life, I D love you. A All is D groovy.
G Ba da da D da da, da da, A feelin' D groovy...

Acapella
Ba da da, da da da da, da da, da x4

Outro
G Ba da da D da da da da A da da D da
G Ba da da D da da da da A da da D da
G Ba da da D da da da da A da da D da
G Ba da da D da da da da A da da D daaaaaaaa

1 2 3 G 1 1 1 D 1 2 A

A Town Called Malice [C]The Jam

Drum/Scratch/Bass Intro x2

Instrumental & ukes
C C
C C

Verse 1
Em Stop dreaming of a quiet life, it's the Dm one we'll never know
Em Running for the runway bus 'cos those Dm rosey days are few, well!
F Stop apologising for Em things you've never done
G 'Cos time is short and life is cruel
G7 It's up to us to change this town called C malice
CYeahhhh

Instrumental
C C

Verse 2
Em Rows of disused milk floats Dm in the dairy yard
Em A hundred lonely housewives....clutch Dm milk bottles to their hearts
F Hanging out their old love letters Em on the line to dry
G It's enough to make you stop believing
When G7 tears come fast and furious, in a town called C malice,
CYeahhhh

Instrumental
C C

Verse 3
Em Ba ba ba ba ba da ba, Dm ba ba ba da ba woah!
Em Ba ba ba ba ba da ba, Dm ba ba ba da ba
F Struggle after struggle, Em year after year
G The atmosphere's a blend of ice,
I'm G7 almost stone cold dead In a town called C malice
Cooo yeah

C

Bridge
Bm A whole street's belief in Am Sunday's roast beef
Gets Bm dashed against the Am co-op
Either G cut down on beer or the kids' new gear
It's G7 a big decision in a town called Malice C ...oo oo yeah    Ukes stop

Drum/Scratch/Bass Intro x2

Instrumental & ukes
C C
C C

Verse 4
The Em ghost of a steam train Dm  echoes down my track
Em At the moment bound for nowhere Dm just going 'round and 'round
F Playground kids and creaking swings Em laughter in the breeze
G Could go on for hours and probably will
But I'd G7 sooner put some joy in this town called malice C yeah

Instrumental - Outro
C C C C - Single Strum

3 C 1 2 3 Em 1 2 3 Dm 1 2 F 1 2 3 G 1 2 3 G7 1 1 1 Bm 2 Am

A Whiter Shade Of Pale [C]Procol Harum

Intro Kazoo
C Em Am C
F Am Dm F
G G7 Em7 G7
C F C G7

Verse 1
C We Em skipped the light fanAmdango C
F Turned Am cartwheels 'cross the Dm floor F
G I was G7 feeling kind of Em7 seasick G7
C But the Em crowd called out for Am more C

Verse 2
F The Am room was humming Dm harder F
G As the G7 ceiling flew aEm7way G7
C When Em we called out for aAmnother C drink F
The Am waiter brought a Dm tray G

Chorus
And so it C waEms that Am later C
F As the Am miller told his Dm tale F
G That her G7 face at first just Em7 ghostly G7
Turned a C whiter F shade of C pale G7

Kazoo Solo
C Em Am C
F Am Dm F
G G7 Em7 G7
C F C G7

Verse 3
C She Em said there is no Am reason C
F And the Am truth is plain to Dm see F
G But I G7 wandered through my Em7 playing cards G7
C And Em would not let her Am be C

Verse 4
F One of Am sixteen vestal Dm virgins F
G Who were G7 leaving for the Em7 coast G7
C And alEmthough my eyes were Am open C
F They might Am just as well been Dm closed G

Chorus
And so it C waEms that Am later C
F As the Am miller told his Dm tale F
G That her G7 face at first just Em7 ghostly G7
Turned a C whiter F shade of C pale G7

Kazoo Outro
C Em Am C
F Am Dm F
G G7 Em7 G7
C F C G7

C*

3 C 1 2 3 Em 2 Am 1 2 F 1 2 3 Dm 1 2 3 G 1 2 3 G7 2 3 Em7

Abracadabra [Am]Steve Miller Band

Intro
Am Am Am Am
Am Am Am Am

Verse 1
Am I heat up, I Dm can’t cool down
E7 You got me spinning, Am round and round
Round and round and Dm round it goes
E7 Where it stops Am nobody knows

Verse 2
Am Every time you Dm call my name
E7 I heat up like a Am burning flame
Burnin flame Dm full of desire
E7 Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Chorus
Am Abra-abra-ca-Dmdabra
E7 I want to reach out and Am grab ya
Abra-abra-ca-Dmdabra
E7 Abra-ca-Amdabra

Verse 3
Am You make me hot, you Dm make me sigh
E7 You make me laugh, Am you make me cry
Keep me burnin Dm for your love
E7 With the touch of a velvet glove

Chorus

Verse 4
Am I feel the magic in Dm your caress
E7 I feel magic when I Am touch your dress
Silk and satin, Dm leather and lace
E7 Black magic Am with an angels face

Verse 5
Am I see magic Dm in your eyes
E7 I hear the magic Am in your sighs
Just when I think I’m gonna Dm get away
E7 I hear those words that you always say

Chorus
Am Abra-abra-ca-Dmdabra
E7 I want to reach out and Am grab ya
Abra-abra-ca-Dmdabra
E7 Abra-ca-Amdabra

Verse 6
Am Every time you Dm call my name
E7 I heat up like a Am burning flame
Burnin flame Dm full of desire
E7 Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher E7

Am - Single Strum

2 Am 1 2 3 Dm 1 2 3 E7

All Right Now [G]Free

Riff + Cajon
G ... CG .... CCCCG
G ... CG .... CCCCG

Verse 1
Normal strumming
There she G stood in C the G street
C Smiling from her head to her G feet
I said "G Hey, what C is G this"
Now baby, C maybe she's in need of a G kiss
I said "G Hey, what's C your G name baby"
C Maybe we can see things the G same
Now don't you Gwait or C hesiGtate
Let's C move before they raise the parking G rate

Chorus
G All C right G now, baby it's C all F right G now
G All C right G now baby, it's C all F right G now

Riff + Cajon
G ... CG .... CCCCG
G ... CG .... CCCCG

Verse 2
Normal strumming
I took her G home to C my G place
Watching C every move on her G face
She said "G Look, what's C your G game baby
C Are you tryin' to put me to G shame?"
I said "Gslow don't go C so G fast,
C Don't you think that love will G last?"
She said " G Love, Lord C a-G-bove,
C Now you're tryin' to trick me in G love"

Chorus
G All C right G now, baby it's C all F right G now
G All C right G now baby, it's C all F right G now

Acapella
G All C right G now, baby it's C all F right G now
G All C right G now baby, it's C all F right G now

Chorus
G All C right G now, baby it's C all F right G now
slowing
G All C right G now baby, it's C allll riiiFiiiight G nowwwwwww

1 2 3 G 3 C 1 2 F

Back in the U.S.S.R. [E]The Beatles

Intro- getting louder
E7 E7 E7 E7

Verse 1
A Flew in from Miami beach, B.DO.A.C, C Didn’t get to bed last D night
A On the way the paper bag was D on my knee, C Man, I had a dreadful D flight

Chorus
I’m back in the U.S.S.AR. C
You don’t know how lucky you Dare, boy stop
NC Back in the U.S.S.AR. Eb E

Verse 2
A Been away so long I hardly D knew the place
C Gee, it’s good to be back D home
A Leave it till tomorrow to unDpack my case
C Honey disconnect the D phone

Chorus
I’m back in the U.S.S.AR. C
You don’t know how lucky you D are, boy stop
NC Back in the US.... Back in the US
Back in the U.S.S.AR. Eb E

Bridge
Well the D Ukraine girls really knock me out, They A leave the West behind
And D Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That E7 Georgia’s always on my my my D my my my my my my
A mind Oh, come on E7

Instrumental Same as Verse
A D C D
A D C D

Chorus
I’m back in the U.S.S.AR. C
You don’t know how lucky you D are, boy stop
NC Back in the U.S.S.AR. Eb E

Bridge
Well the D Ukraine girls really knock me out
They A leave the West behind
And D Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That E7 Georgia’s always on my my my D my my my my my my A mind

Verse 3
Oh A show me round your snow-peaked mountains D way down south
C Take me to your daddy’s D farm
A Let me hear your balalaikas D ringing out C Come and keep your comrade D warm

Chorus
I’m back in the U.S.S.AR. C
You don’t know how lucky you D are, boy stop
NC Back in the U.S.S.AR. Eb E

Outro
A

1 2 3 E7 1 2 A 1 1 1 D 3 C × × × × NC 1 1 1 Eb 1 2 E

Baker Street [D]Gerry Rafferty

Intro + Kazoo Sax
D D D D  C A7 G F
D D D D  C A7 G G

Verse 1
A Winding your way down on A Baker Street
A Light in your head and A dead on your feet
Well a-Emnother crazy day... you G drink the night away
And for-Dget about everything

A This city desert makes you A feel so cold... it’s got
A So many people but it’s A got no soul
And it’s Em taken you so long... to G find out you were wrong
When you D thought it held everything

Chorus 1
Dm You used to think that it was Am so easy
Dm You used to say that it was Am so easy
But C you’re tryin’... G you’re tryin’ D now
Dm Another year and then you’d Am be happy
Dm Just one more year and then you’d Am be happy
But C you’re cryin’... G you’re cryin’ A now F

Instrumental + Kazoo Sax
D D D D  C A7 G F
D D D D  C A7 G G

Verse 2
A Way down the street there’s a A light in his place
You A open the door he’s got that A look on his face
And he Em asks you where you’ve been... you G tell him who you’ve seen
And you D talk about anything

A He’s got this dream about A buyin’ some land
He’s gonna A give up the booze and the A one night stands
And Em then he’ll settle down... in some G quiet little town
And for-D get about everything

Chorus 2
Dm But you know he’ll always Am keep moving
Dm You know he’s never gonna Am stop moving
Cos C he’s rollin’... G he’s the rollin’ D stone D
Dm And when you wake up it’s a Am new morning
Dm The sun is shining it’s a Am new morning
And C you’re going... G you’re going A home F

Outro + Kazoo Sax
D D D D  C A7 G F
D D D D  C A7 G G
D/////////

1 1 1 D 3 C 1 A7 1 2 3 G 1 2 F 1 2 A 1 2 3 Em 1 2 3 Dm 2 Am

Beat it [Em]Michael Jackson

Intro + Kazoo
Em D    Em D    Em D    Em D

Verse 1
Em They told him don't you ever D come around here,
don't Em wanna see your face, you better D disappear.
The C fire's in their eyes and their D words are really clear,
so Em beat it, just D beat it.

Em You better run, you better D do what you can,
Em don't wanna see no blood, D don't be a macho man.
You C wanna be tough, better D do what you can,
so Em beat it, but you D wanna be bad.

Chorus
Just Em beat it, D beat it,
Em no one wants to be D defeated.
Em Showin' how funky and D strong is your fight,
Em it doesn't matter D who's wrong or right,
just Em beat it,  just D beat it,
just Em beat it,  just D beat it, oooo!

Verse 2
Em They're out to get you, better D leave while you can,
don't Em wanna be a boy, you wanna D be a man.
You C wanna stay alive, better D do what you can,
so Em beat it, just D beat it. Ooo!

Em You have to show them that you're D really not scared,
you're Em playin' with your life, this ain't no D truth or dare
They'll C kick you, then they beat you, then they'll D tell you it's fair.
Just Em beat it, but you D wanna be bad.

Chorus
Just Em beat it, D beat it,
Em no one wants to be D defeated.
Em Showin' how funky and D strong is your fight,
Em it doesn't matter D who's wrong or right,
just Em beat it,  just D beat it,
just Em beat it,  just D beat it, oooo!

Outro + Kazoo
Em D    Em D    Em D    Em D

Just Em* beat it

1 2 3 Em 1 1 1 D 3 C

Billie Jean [Am]Michael Jackson

Intro
Am Am Am Am

Verse 1
Am She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don`t mind but what do you mean, I am the Dm one
Who will dance on the floor in the Am round
She said I am the Dm one
Who will dance on the floor in the Am round?
She told me Am her name was Billie Jean as she caused a scene.
Then ev`ry Am head turned with eyes that dreamed
Of being the Dm one,
Who will dance on the floor in the Am round

Chorus
F People always told me, be Am careful what you do.
And don`t F go around breaking young girls' Am hearts
And F mother always told me, be Am careful who you love,
And be F careful what you do, `cause the E7 lie becomes the truth, hey
Am Billie Jean is not my lover,
She's just a girl who claims that I am the Dm one
But the kid is not my Am son
She says I am the Dm one,
But the kid is not my Am son

Verse 2
Am For forty days and forty nights, law was on her side
But who can stand when she`s in demand, her schemes and Dm plans
'Cause we danced on the floor in the Am round.
So take my strong Dm advice, Just remember to always think Am twice
She told Am my baby we danced till three, and she looked at me,
Then Am showed a photo. My baby cried.
His eyes were like Dm mine.
Can we dance on the floor in the Am round?

Chorus

Post-Chorus
She says I am the Dm one,
But the kid is not my Am son
Am Billie Jean is not my lover,
She's just a girl who claims that I am the Dm one
But the kid is not my Am son
She says I am the Dm one,
But the kid is not my Am son

Outro
She says I am the Am one,
She says he is my Am son
She says I am the Am one,
Am Billie Jean is not my lover....

2 Am 1 2 3 Dm 1 2 F 1 2 3 E7

Blue Monday [F]New Order

Intro Drum Beat: x4
Just 1st Bassline
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
Ukes + 2nd Bassline
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
Drum
1-2-3-4

Verse 1
F How C does it Dm feel
To F treat me C like you Dm do
When you've F laid your C hands upDmon me
And G told me Cwho you Dm are
I F thought I C was misDmtaken
I F thought I C heard your Dmwords
Tell me F how C do I Dm feel
Tell me G now how C do I Dm feel
F Those who C came beDmfore me
F Lived through C their voDmcations
From the F past unCtil comDmpletion
They will G turn aCway no Dm more
And I F still C find it Dm so hard
To F say what I C need to Dm say
But I'm F quite sure C that you'll Dm tell me
Just how G I should C feel toDmday

Instrumental + 1st Bassline
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
Drum
1-2-3-4

Verse 2
F I see a C ship in the Dm harbour
F I can and C shall obDmey
But if it F wasn't for C your misDmfortunes
I'd be a G heavenly C person toDmday
And I F thought I C was misDmtaken
And I F thought I C heard you Dm speak
Tell me F how C do I Dm feel
Tell me G now C how I should Dm feel
F Now I C stand here Dm waiting Dm

Instrumental
G C Dm Dm
F C Dm Dm
G C Dm Dm

Bridge
I F thought I C told you to Dm leave me
While I F walked down C to the Dm beach
Tell me F how C does it Dm feel
When your F heart C grows Dm cold

Outro + 1st Bassline
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm
F C Dm Dm    G C Dm Dm*

1 2 F 3 C 1 2 3 Dm 1 2 3 G

Brass in Pocket  – [A]The Pretenders

Straight in

Verse 1
Asus4      A I got brass  Asus4      A in pocket
Asus4      A I got bottle…Asus4      A I'm gonna use it
F#m Intention,    I feel invenDtive
Gonna make you, make E7 you, make you notice

Asus4      A Commotion  Asus4      A restrained emotion
Asus4      A I've been driving, Asus4      A Detroit leaning
F#m No reason, just seems so pleasDing
Gonna make you, make E7 you, make you notice

E7 Gonna use my arms,    Gonna use my legs
E7 Gonna use my style,    Gonna use my sidestep
E7 Gonna use my fingers,
E7 Gonna use my, my, my imaginE7ation, Whoohoo

Chorus
A 'Cos I gonna make you see, there's nobody G else here....No one like me
I'm D special Special so special Special, I got to E7 have some of your attention, give it to me

Verse 2
Asus4      A I got rhythm,  Asus4      A can't miss the beat
Asus4      A I got new Skank,    Asus4      A it’s so reet
F#m I got something,  I'm winking at D you
Gonna make you, make E7 you, make you notice

E7 Gonna use my arms,    Gonna use my legs
E7 Gonna use my style,    Gonna use my sidestep
E7 Gonna use my fingers,
E7 Gonna use my, my, my imaginE7ation, Whoohoo

Chorus x2
A 'Cos I gonna make you see, there's nobody G else here....No one like me
I'm D special Special so special Special, I got to E7 have some of your attention, give it to me

Outro
Asus4 A    Asus4 A    Asus4 A

E7 A

2 3 Asus4 1 2 A 1 2 3 F#m 1 1 1 D 1 2 3 E7 1 2 3 G

Call Me [Dm]Blondie

Intro
DmDmDmGF    DmDmDmFC

Verse 1
Dm Colour me your colour, baby Bb Colour me your car
Dm Colour me your colour, darling Bb I know who you are

Pre-Chorus
Gm Come up off your colAour chart Gm I know where you're A coming from A

Chorus
Call me Dm Call me on the line F Call me Gm call me any Bb anytime
Call me Dm Call me my love F you can Gm call me any day Bb or night
Call Dm me

Instrumental
DmDmDmGF      DmDmDmFC

Verse 2
Dm Cover me with kisses, baby Bb Cover me with love
Dm Roll me in designer sheets Bb I'll never get enough

Pre-Chorus
Gm Emotions come I don't A know why Gm Cover up love's A alibi

Chorus

Instrumental
DmDmDmGF      DmDmDmFC

Bridge
Em Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, he speaks the langBmuages of love
Em Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo amore, chiBmamami chiamami.
F Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, appelle-moi mon C cherie,
Anytime Dm anyplace anywhere anyway Bb
Anytime Gm anyplace anywhere any day, anyway A

Chorus
Call me Dm Call me on the line F Call me Gm call me any Bb anytime
Call me Dm Call me my love F you can Gm call me any day Bb or night
Call Dm me

Outro
DmDmDmGF
DmDmDmFC
Dm*

1 2 3 Dm 1 2 3 G 1 2 F 3 C 1 2 3 Bb 1 2 3 Gm 1 2 A 1 2 3 Em 1 1 1 Bm

Champagne Supernova [A]Oasis

Intro A A

Verse 1
A How many special people change? how many lives are living strange?
A Where were you while we were getting high?
A Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball
A Where were you while we were getting high?

Chorus 1
A Someday you will find me caught beneath the G landslide
In a D champagne supernova in the A sky
A Someday you will find me caught beneath the G landslide
D In a champagne supernova a champagne supernova in the A sky

Verse 2
A Wake up the dawn and ask her why, a dreamer dreams she never dies
A Wipe that tear away now from your eye
A Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball
A Where were you while we were getting high?

Chorus 2
A Someday you will find me caught beneath the G landslide
In a D champagne supernova in the A sky
A Someday you will find me caught beneath the G landslide
D In a champagne supernova a champagne supernova

Bridge
Cos G people believe that they're D gonna get away for the A summer A
but G you and I we live and die, the D world's still spinning round
we don't know E7 why, why, why, why, why

Instrumental A G D E7

Verse 3
A How many special people change? how many lives are living strange?
A Where were you while we were getting high?
A Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball
A Where were you while we were getting high?

Chorus 2
A Someday you will find me caught beneath the G landslide
In a D champagne supernova in the A sky
A Someday you will find me caught beneath the G landslide
D In a champagne supernova a champagne supernova

Bridge
Cos G people believe that they're D gonna get away for the A summer A
but G you and I we live and die, the D world's still spinning round
we don't know E7 why, why, why, why, why

Instrumental A G D E7

Verse 4
A How many special people change? how many lives are living strange?
A Where were you while we were getting E7 high?
We were getting A high, we were getting E7 high
We were getting A high, we were getting E7 high
Slower                A
We were getting hiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

1 2 A 1 2 3 G 1 1 1 D 1 2 3 E7

Chim Chimeree [Am]Dick Van Dyke

Intro
Am Am

Chorus 1
Am Chim - chiminey!  Chim - chiminey!
Am Chim  -chim -che - Dm ree!
A Dm sweep is as Am lucky, as B7 lucky can E7 be,
Am Chim - chiminey!  Chim - chiminey!
Am Chim -chim -che - Dm roo!
Good Dm luck will rub Am off,  when I E7 shakes hands with Am you,
Or Dm blow me a Am kiss,...and E7 that's lucky Am too

Verse 1
Am Now, as the ladder of life has been Dm strung,
You Dm may think a Am Sweep's on the B7 bottom most E7 rung,
Though Am I spends me time in the ashes and Dm smoke,
In Dm this whole wide Am world there's no E7 happier Am bloke

Chorus 2
Am Chim - chiminey! Chim - chiminey!
Am Chim  -chim -che - Dm ree!
A Dm sweep is as Am lucky, as B7 lucky can E7 be,
Am Chim - chiminey! Chim - chiminey!
Am Chim -chim -che - Dm roo!
Good Dm luck will rub Am off, when I E7 shakes hands with Am you

Verse 2
Am Up where the smoke is all billowed and Dm curled,
'Tween Dm pavement and Am stars, is the B7 Chimney Sweep E7 world,
When there's Am hardly no day,  nor hardly no Dm night,
There's Dm things ...half in Am shadow,  ...and E7 halfway in Amlight,
On the Dm rooftops of Am London, E7 cor, ...what a Am sight!

Chorus 3
Am Chim - chiminey! Chim - chiminey!
Am Chim  -chim -che - Dm ree!
When Dm you're with a Am Sweep, you're in B7 glad compan-E7y,
Am Nowhere is there a more happier Dm crew,
Than Am them what sings, E7 'Chim -chim -che - ree! Chim -che Am -roo!'

Outro Slowing
Dm Chim - chiminey! Am Chim  -chim -che - E7 ree! Chim -che - Am roo!

2 Am 1 2 3 Dm 1 2 3 B7 1 2 3 E7

Come On Eileen [C]Dexys Midnight Runners

Verse 1
C Poor old Johnny Em Ray
F They said upon the radio, of a C million hearts in G mono
C Our mothers Em cried
F Sang along, who'd blame them C doo doo doo G doooo
C You're grown you're grown up, Em so grown so grown up
F Now I must say more than ever C doo doo doo G dooo
C Toora-loora- Em toora-loo-rye- F aaaaay
And we C sing just like our G fathers

1st Intrumental  G G

Chorus
D Come on Eileen oh, I F#m swear well he means
At this Em moment.... you mean G every- A thing
D You in that dress, myyy F#m thoughts I confess
Verge on Em dirty... ah come G on A Eileeeen

2nd Instrumental A7 A7

C These people round Em here
F Sunken smoke-dried faces, so re- C signed to what their G fate is
C Not us no never, Em not us no never
F We are far too young and clever C Doo Doo Doo G Dooo remember
C Toora-loora- Em toora-loo-rye- F aaaay
I'll C hum this tune for- G ever

1st Instrumental G G

Chorus
D Come on Eileen oh, I F#m swear what he means
Ah come Em on let's.... take off G every- A thing
D Pretty red dress, Eiiii- F#m leen tell him yes
Ah come Em on let's.... ah come G on Ei- A leen, D* pleeease

Bass drum thump!!

*getting gradually faster
D Come on.... Eileen too-loo rye- F#m aayy
Come on...... Eileen too-loo rye- G aayy
Toora... toora-ta-loora
D Ohhh Eiii- A leen

Said, D come on Eileen....Eileen  too-loo rye-F#m ayy
Come on.... Eileen  too-loo rye- G aayy
Toora..toora...ta-loora
D Things round here have A changed
Faster I said D Toooo - raaa - loooo - raaa F#m toooo - raaa - loooo-rye- G aaaaayy

Strum fast D///// A/////

Chorus - Normal strum
D Come on Eileen oh, I F#m swear what he means
At this Em moment......you mean G every- A thing
D You in that dress.... myyyyy F#m thoughts I confess
Verge on Em dirty......ah come G on A Eileeeen

Outro
D/////

3 C 1 2 3 Em 1 2 F 1 2 3 G 1 1 1 D 1 2 3 F#m 1 2 A 1 A7

Come Together [F]The Beatles

Intro Riff x4

Verse 1
C Here come old flat top he come  grooving up slowly he got
joo-joo eyeball he one  holy roller he got
G hair down to his knee .......*F* Scratch Got to be a joker he just do what he please

Riff x2

Verse 2
C He wear no shoeshine he got  toe-jam football he got
monkey finger he shoot  coca-cola he say
G I know you,  you know me.... *F* Scratch One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

Chorus
Come ToAmgether  right F noooow *G* over me

Riff x2

Verse 3
C He bag production, he got warlus gumboot he got
Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker he got
G feet down below his knee...*F* Scratch Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease

Chorus
Come ToAmgether  right F noooow *G* over me

Riff x2
Instrumental
C C C C
G G G G
F F7

Riff x2

Verse 4
C He roller-coaster he got  early warning he got
muddy water he one mojo filter he say
G One and one and one is three... *F* Scratch Got to be good-looking 'cause he`s so hard to see

Chorus
Come ToAmgether right F noooow *G* over me C
Come ToAmgether right F noooow *G* over me C
Come ToAmgether right F noooow *G* over me C*

1 2 F 3 C 1 2 3 G 2 Am 1 2 3 4 F7

Crazy Little Thing Called Love [D]Queen

Intro
D Dsus4 D D Dsus4 D
D Dsus4 D D Dsus4 D

Chorus
D This thing called love I G just can't C handle G it
This D thing called love I G must get C round to G it
I ain't D ready Bb crazy little C thing called D love.

Verse 1
This D thing this thing called love called love
It G cries like a baby in a C cradle all G night
It D swings oo oo it jives oo oo
It G shakes all over like a C jelly G fish
I kinda D like it Bb crazy little C thing called D love

Bridge
NC There goes my G baby
She C knows how to rock n' G roll
She drives me Bb crazy
She gives me E7* hot and cold fever
Then she A7* leaves me in a cool cool sweat

Bass Solo Riff

E7//// A*

Verse 2
I gotta be D cool relax, get G hip
Get C on my G tracks
Take a D back seat hitch-hike
And G take a long ride on my C motor G bike
Until I'm D ready Bb crazy little C thing called D love

Instrumental/ Solo
Bb Bb  D - G D
Bb Bb  E7  A7*

Bass Solo Riff

E7//// A*

Verse 3 Acapella + Clap
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
Get on my tracks
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready.....crazy little thing called love

Drum Solo + Bassline back in

Chorus
D This thing called love I G just can't C handle G it
This D thing called love I G must get C round to G it
I ain't D ready Bb crazy little C thing called D love

Outro
Bb Crazy little C thing called D love x4

1 1 1 D 1 2 Dsus4 1 2 3 G 3 C 1 2 3 Bb × × × × NC 1 2 3 E7 1 A7 1 2 A