Jamie T – Northern Line (Guitar)

Em F
ahaha

C  F
ahaha

Am
You were a no-show, down the jivin' disco

Am                  F
My momma's at home, gettin' pissed on vino

Am                       Am
When the kids buy draws, but they're smokin bisto

Am                 F
Bro goes straight, but he ends illegal

Dm                  Am
And the regal sons, to the purest bugel

Am                F
Bullies only pick on the young and feeble,

Dm
Now hey-ho, lets go mucho boozin'

F
Sometimes you wonder what am I doing?

Dm                       Am
You move and you groove, when you lose what you lose,

Am                            F
And you lose what you groove, and you're moving away,

Dm                            Dm
And you move what you groove, when you prove what you lose

Dm                            F
And you lose what you choose, and you're moving away,

Dm       Am
Well OK, what happens if we stay?

Am                       F
Straight to the barrier, then run off away

F     Am
I say what I mean, but dont mean what i say

Am                                F
Was I right? No? Oh-my-goody-gosh darn it

Am
Chattin' to Barney from High Barnet with

Am               F
no barnet. About how we cert do love it

Am
A young son muppet with my ma's gin and tonic,

Am                        F
And I'm pukin' up all over your Capri car bonnet

Am        Am
..You got so much, I take

Am              F
too much always gonna waste your time

F  Am
.. I need direction, always

Am                           Dm
been crap on the travel as I read the signs

Am
..So shut your mouth love,

Am                                  Dm
before I stick this track where the sun don't shine

Am
Tick-a-tock a clock, what you're like, a motherfucker, drunk,

Am                    G
fallin' asleep on the Northern Line

C
... ... ... All aboard!

C
... ... ... Last traaaaiiiinnn!

Am
How would you feel gettin' left alone?

Am                            F
He was a toned down original, and stepped to toe

Dm                             Am
He was the bottomless bottles, in the backwashed barrel

Am                   F
And the sequel son, thrown out and left farrel

Dm                  Am
It's all gone wrong in your life o' answers

Am                     F
Used'a take triple A's up to charge us

Dm
Take you away from your hazy days

Am                     F
Rave life, just a blur in the halls of dancers

Am        Am
..You got so much, I take

Am              F
too much always gonna waste your time

F  Am
.. I need direction, always

Am                           Dm
been crap on the travel as I read the signs

Am
..So shut your mouth love,

Am                                  Dm
before I stick this track where the sun don't shine

Am
Tick-a-tock a clock, what you're like, a motherfucker, drunk,

Am                    G
fallin' asleep on the Northern Line

C
... ... ... ...

C
Wakey-wakey! Up ya step!

C
... ... ... One-man band,

C
eh? ... ... ...

C
...What you doing? Where ya been from?

F                       Em
Where ya going to, man? Where your kingdom?

C
Where ya goin'? Where ya wanna be?

F                C
You roll it down with the Pacemaker

C
... But live it, but live it up an'

C
Give it away, Give it away, Give it away

C
Give it away. Ah, where's your money?

Em                 Dm
Who got the uppers in the tie

Dm   Am
... You got so much, I take

Am                    F
too much always gonna waste your time

F      Am
I need direction, always

Am                           Dm
been crap on the travel as I read the signs

Am
...So shut your mouth love,

Am                                  Dm
before I stick this track where the sun don't shine

Am
Tick-a-tock a clock, what you're like, a motherfucker, drunk,

Am                    G
fallin' asleep on the Northern Line

Am
... You got so much, I take

Am                    F
too much always gonna waste your time

F      Am
I need direction, always been

Am                   Dm
crap on the travel as I read the signs

Am
...So shut your mouth love, 

Am                              Dm
before I stick this track where the sun don't shine

Am
Tick-a-tock a clock, what you're like, a motherfucker, drunk,

Am                    G
fallin' asleep on the Northern Line