Tono: D
Introducción:
D
We worked our way up from east end pubs
G
To gigs and back stage passes
G A G A G D
Ex-boxing champs, West end clubs, Americans in dark glasses
D
Driving ten grand cars, they drink in hotel bars
G
They're even making money in bed
G A G
They wouldn't be no loss, they ain't worth a toss
A D
It's about time they all dropped dead
D
Take 'em all, take 'em all
A
Put 'em up against a wall and shoot 'em!
Short and tall, watch 'em fall
D
Come on boys, take 'em all
D
Well tough * * * * boys, it aint our fault
G
Your record didn't make it
G A G A G D
We made you dance, you had your chance, but you didn't take it
D
Well, I gotta go make another deal
G
Sign another group for the company
G A G
I don't suppose we'll ever meet again
A D
You'd better get back to the factory
Chorus x1