The Specials – Little Bitch (Ukulele)

(n.C)
 One, two.

       C                        F
If you ever hear a noise in the night;

                    C                    F
Your body starts to sweat, it shakes and shivers in fright.

                           C                      F
You go and sleep with your mother; she hates your guts,

                   C                          F
She knows that you love her, so she holds you tight,

                C                          F
All through the night, until the broad day-light.

                          C                         F
And when she doesn't come home, you have to sleep a-lone,

                  C                      F
Then you wet your bed and I think that's sad;

                   C                    F           (C5)
For a girl of nine-teen, it's more than sad; it's ob-scene.

(n.C)
 One, two.

         C                        F
And your girlfriend sweet; little seventeen,

              C                    F
She's got her layered hair and her flared jeans.

    C                           F
You know what that means? She's just a little queen,

    C                  F
She shares your London flat;

                C                   F
She thinks that London's where it's at; although it stinks!

    C                            F
And when it rains, you wear your hat,

         C                  F
And your plum coloured PVC, wet look maxi-mac.

             C                F
You tie your ginger hair back in a bun;

           C                 F        (C5)
You're the ugliest creature, under the sun.

(n.C)
 One, two.

(n.C)
 One, two.

        C                              F
And you think it's about time that you died,

         C                     F
And I a-gree; so you decide on suicide.

    C                          F
You tried, but you never quite carried it off;

         C                      F
You only wanted to die in order to show off.

           C                            F
And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me;

            C                           F
You're even wronger than you'd normally be.

        C                       F
And the only things you want to see are kitsch,

    C                      F
The only thing you want to be is rich.

            C                        F
Your little pink, up-pointed nose be-gins to twitch;

C                 F                    (C5)
 I know, you know; you're just a little bitch.

(n.C)
 One, two.