Tim Minchin – Nothing Ruins Comedy (Ukulele)

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Chords

For the (Eb Ebsus4 Eb) sections, the notes are Bb, Ab, G but for those who prefer chords, I thought it would be easier to write them up as such. Eb ( Eb Ebsus4
Eb )
Eb                                    ( Eb   Ebsus4   
[tab]Eb )
 That is a well established fact

         Eb
But your enjoyment is not as important

                       ( Eb   Ebsus4  Eb)
as my self-esteem is

    Eb
My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back

              Cm          Bb
But i'm quite famous now

        Eb
Suck my balls

             Cm                 Bb
I've sold my tickets, my job is done,

         Eb
Fuck you all
Cm Bb Ab
    Eb
Who cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me

       F                      Ab         Bb
And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDs

            Ebm          C#
So bring it on, bring it on

         Ab                   Bb
Fuck the (punters?), bring it on

       Ebm,            C#           Ab               Bb
I am a rockstar motherfucker, and I won't be one for long

            Ebm           C#
So bring it on, bring it on

                                  Ab
You gotta make hay in the shining sun
Ebm C# Ab
      Bb
You gotta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down
Cm Bb Ab
            Eb
But I'm trapped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this

            Cm               Bb
And wearing baseball caps to hide my face,

        Ab                     Eb
so the (paps?) don't snatch my kids

Ab         Cm             Fm             Cm
All I ever wanted was, to sing my little songs

            F                          Ab            Bb       Ebm
But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag, and overweight in Cosmopoliton

            C#                                         Ab
So bring it on, before too long my wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone

              Ebm              C#                      Ab
And i'll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the

Bb
(Can't hear)

            Ebm          C#                              Ab
So bring it on, bring it on, found the hookers, stop the bombs
Ebm C# Ab
         Bb
I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking orchestra, I can do what I fucking want
Cm Bb Ab
 Eb
I thought fame would make me happy, but she's a fickle cheap romance

            F                               Ab           G
No-one even listens to my lyrics, they just wanna see me dance

Cm        Bb           Ab
All the real stars are hanging in bars

Cm             Bb        Ab
Hanging out in bars

Cm        Bb           Ab
All the real stars are hanging out in bars

Cm          Bb    Cm
Hanging out in bars

Cm    G
Bars, bars
Sorry i don't know all the lyrics.