The Featherbrain Championship Chords by Kevin Bloody Wilson
Tempo:
125.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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You [G] could see a blue was brewing as [C] they eyed each [G] other off, and the tension only mounted
[C] when Snakey won [D] the toss.
You [G] break.
He said to Lofty as [C] he chucked across [G] the queue, and the tension in [D] the pub just grew [G] and grew.
[Em] I'll break alright.
Said Lofty as [G] he snapped the queue in half, [Em] and flung it back at Snake and said, [C] you shove
this up [D] your arse.
[G] Me nana give me that.
Said [C] Snakey.
Mate, you're [G] fuckin' gone.
And the [D] Featherbrain Championship [G] was on.
It was [C] the front bar [G] Featherbrain, non-title fight.
[D] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, [G] big but not too bright.
[C] And no one give two knobs a goat [G] shit who was [Em] wrong or right, [C] at the front [D] bar Featherbrain,
[G] non-title fight.
No one seemed to know too [C] much about their [G] pedigrees.
In that sort of place you [C] didn't ask them [A] sort of things.
They [G] said Lofty's from the top end.
He [C] was ugly, tough [G] and mean.
Used a welder's [D] wire brush to [G] scrub his teeth.
[Em] And Snake was just plain ugly.
[G] Where he come from no one knew.
[Em] Reckon Rambo would have shit himself [C] if Snakey [D] told him to.
[G] And together they weighed half a ton [C] in singlet [G] shorts and thongs.
There was no conome, [D] but all the lights [G] were on.
The breeze near knocked me over when [C] Snake threw the [G] opening punch.
It seemed to come from nowhere.
I [C] just heard this [D] sickening crunch.
[G] I thought if any bastard lived through that, [C] that pretty [G] fucking good.
It was like a railway [D] fettle, as hammer split [G] and wood.
[Em] It slammed Lofty against the eight ball [G] table, flipped it on its edge.
But he [Em] just casually got up, walked around, [C] then ripped off [D] all the legs.
[G] Then one by one he smashed the [C] cunts across Snakey's ugly head.
If his brain weren't [D] so well padded [G] he'd be dead.
But Snake just shook his skull and blinked a bit [C] and slowly [G] looked around.
Then chucked a right that would have knocked [C] the war [D] memorial down.
[G] And the force of it sent Lofty [C] flying, crashing through [G] the wall.
Now there's a doorway [D] where there weren't one [G] there before.
He [Em] landed ass up in the shithouse with [G] his feet stuck in the air.
[Em] With bricks and shit and broken [C] glass and paper [D] everywhere.
[G] And caked in that and crap he [C] ripped the dunny [G] off the wall.
And armed with that and [D] fuck all brains [G] went back for more.
[A] He slammed that dunny over Snakey's [D] head, shattering it [A] to bits.
Peppering him with porcelain [D] and splattering him [E] with shit.
And [A] there was teeth amongst the muck and shit.
[D] Whose they were you [A] couldn't tell.
But it looked like [E] Lofty lost an [A] ear as well.
[F#m] That Snake's right eye was swollen [A] shut from where it'd caught one eye.
[F#m] Their dick had made it look as [D] black as Ernie [E] Dingo's ass.
[A] But with all the pieces missing and with all the blood and gore.
They weren't as [E] fucking ugly [A] as before.
There was flesh and hair and skin and [D] bone and blood splashed [A] on the wall.
And them two bastards wallowing [D] in it rolling [E] across the floor.
[A] And the publican just scratched his [D] balls wondering [A] looking round.
Should he clean the [E] bastard up or [A] burn it down?
[F#m] Most blues you see turn out to [A] be a win or loss or draw.
[F#m] But fuck if I've seen both [D] opponents lose a [E] fight before.
And [A] I heard Snakey say to Lofty [D] as they crawled [A] towards the bar.
Fuck the [E] snooker, want a [A] game of darts?
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather brain, non [A]-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] [E] [D]
[C] when Snakey won [D] the toss.
You [G] break.
He said to Lofty as [C] he chucked across [G] the queue, and the tension in [D] the pub just grew [G] and grew.
[Em] I'll break alright.
Said Lofty as [G] he snapped the queue in half, [Em] and flung it back at Snake and said, [C] you shove
this up [D] your arse.
[G] Me nana give me that.
Said [C] Snakey.
Mate, you're [G] fuckin' gone.
And the [D] Featherbrain Championship [G] was on.
It was [C] the front bar [G] Featherbrain, non-title fight.
[D] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, [G] big but not too bright.
[C] And no one give two knobs a goat [G] shit who was [Em] wrong or right, [C] at the front [D] bar Featherbrain,
[G] non-title fight.
No one seemed to know too [C] much about their [G] pedigrees.
In that sort of place you [C] didn't ask them [A] sort of things.
They [G] said Lofty's from the top end.
He [C] was ugly, tough [G] and mean.
Used a welder's [D] wire brush to [G] scrub his teeth.
[Em] And Snake was just plain ugly.
[G] Where he come from no one knew.
[Em] Reckon Rambo would have shit himself [C] if Snakey [D] told him to.
[G] And together they weighed half a ton [C] in singlet [G] shorts and thongs.
There was no conome, [D] but all the lights [G] were on.
The breeze near knocked me over when [C] Snake threw the [G] opening punch.
It seemed to come from nowhere.
I [C] just heard this [D] sickening crunch.
[G] I thought if any bastard lived through that, [C] that pretty [G] fucking good.
It was like a railway [D] fettle, as hammer split [G] and wood.
[Em] It slammed Lofty against the eight ball [G] table, flipped it on its edge.
But he [Em] just casually got up, walked around, [C] then ripped off [D] all the legs.
[G] Then one by one he smashed the [C] cunts across Snakey's ugly head.
If his brain weren't [D] so well padded [G] he'd be dead.
But Snake just shook his skull and blinked a bit [C] and slowly [G] looked around.
Then chucked a right that would have knocked [C] the war [D] memorial down.
[G] And the force of it sent Lofty [C] flying, crashing through [G] the wall.
Now there's a doorway [D] where there weren't one [G] there before.
He [Em] landed ass up in the shithouse with [G] his feet stuck in the air.
[Em] With bricks and shit and broken [C] glass and paper [D] everywhere.
[G] And caked in that and crap he [C] ripped the dunny [G] off the wall.
And armed with that and [D] fuck all brains [G] went back for more.
[A] He slammed that dunny over Snakey's [D] head, shattering it [A] to bits.
Peppering him with porcelain [D] and splattering him [E] with shit.
And [A] there was teeth amongst the muck and shit.
[D] Whose they were you [A] couldn't tell.
But it looked like [E] Lofty lost an [A] ear as well.
[F#m] That Snake's right eye was swollen [A] shut from where it'd caught one eye.
[F#m] Their dick had made it look as [D] black as Ernie [E] Dingo's ass.
[A] But with all the pieces missing and with all the blood and gore.
They weren't as [E] fucking ugly [A] as before.
There was flesh and hair and skin and [D] bone and blood splashed [A] on the wall.
And them two bastards wallowing [D] in it rolling [E] across the floor.
[A] And the publican just scratched his [D] balls wondering [A] looking round.
Should he clean the [E] bastard up or [A] burn it down?
[F#m] Most blues you see turn out to [A] be a win or loss or draw.
[F#m] But fuck if I've seen both [D] opponents lose a [E] fight before.
And [A] I heard Snakey say to Lofty [D] as they crawled [A] towards the bar.
Fuck the [E] snooker, want a [A] game of darts?
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather brain, non [A]-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] [E] [D]
Key:
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You [G] _ _ could _ _ _ see a blue was brewing as [C] they eyed each [G] other off, and the tension only mounted
[C] when Snakey won [D] the toss.
You [G] break.
He said to Lofty as [C] he chucked across [G] the queue, and the tension in [D] the pub just grew [G] and grew.
_ [Em] I'll break alright.
Said Lofty as [G] he snapped the queue in half, [Em] and flung it back at Snake and said, [C] you shove
this up [D] your arse.
[G] Me nana give me that.
Said [C] Snakey.
Mate, you're [G] fuckin' gone.
And the [D] Featherbrain Championship [G] was on.
It was [C] the front bar [G] Featherbrain, non-title fight.
[D] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, [G] big but not too bright.
[C] And no one give two knobs a goat [G] shit who was [Em] wrong or right, [C] at the front [D] bar Featherbrain,
[G] non-title fight. _ _ _ _ _
No one seemed to know too [C] much about their [G] pedigrees.
In that sort of place you [C] didn't ask them [A] sort of things.
They [G] said Lofty's from the top end.
He [C] was ugly, tough [G] and mean.
Used a welder's [D] wire brush to [G] scrub his teeth. _
[Em] And Snake was just plain ugly.
[G] Where he come from no one knew.
[Em] Reckon Rambo would have shit himself [C] if Snakey [D] told him to.
[G] And together they weighed half a ton [C] in singlet [G] shorts and thongs.
There was no conome, [D] but all the lights [G] were on. _ _
The breeze near knocked me over when [C] Snake threw the [G] opening punch.
It seemed to come from nowhere.
I [C] just heard this [D] sickening crunch.
[G] I thought if any bastard lived through that, [C] that pretty [G] fucking good.
It was like a railway [D] fettle, as hammer split [G] and wood. _
[Em] It slammed Lofty against the eight ball [G] table, flipped it on its edge.
But he [Em] just casually got up, walked around, [C] then ripped off [D] all the legs.
[G] Then one by one he smashed the [C] cunts across Snakey's ugly head.
If his brain weren't [D] so well padded [G] he'd be dead.
But Snake just shook his skull and blinked a bit [C] and slowly [G] looked around.
Then chucked a right that would have knocked [C] the war [D] memorial down.
[G] And the force of it sent Lofty [C] flying, crashing through [G] the wall.
Now there's a doorway [D] where there weren't one [G] there before.
He [Em] landed ass up in the shithouse with [G] his feet stuck in the air.
[Em] With bricks and shit and broken [C] glass and paper [D] everywhere.
[G] And caked in that and crap he [C] ripped the dunny [G] off the wall.
And armed with that and [D] fuck all brains [G] went back for more. _ _
[A] _ _ He slammed that dunny over Snakey's [D] head, shattering it [A] to bits.
_ Peppering him with porcelain [D] and splattering him [E] with shit.
And [A] there was teeth amongst the muck and shit.
[D] Whose they were you [A] couldn't tell.
But it looked like [E] Lofty lost an [A] ear as well.
_ [F#m] That Snake's right eye was swollen [A] shut from where it'd caught one eye.
[F#m] Their dick had made it look as [D] black as Ernie [E] Dingo's ass.
[A] But with all the pieces missing and with all the blood and gore.
They weren't as [E] fucking ugly [A] as before.
_ There was flesh and hair and skin and [D] bone and blood splashed [A] on the wall.
And them two bastards wallowing [D] in it rolling [E] across the floor.
[A] And the publican just scratched his [D] balls wondering [A] looking round.
Should he clean the [E] bastard up or [A] burn it down?
_ [F#m] Most blues you see turn out to [A] be a win or loss or draw.
[F#m] But fuck if I've seen both [D] opponents lose a [E] fight before.
And [A] I heard Snakey say to Lofty [D] as they crawled [A] towards the bar.
Fuck the [E] snooker, want a [A] game of darts?
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather brain, non [A]-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] when Snakey won [D] the toss.
You [G] break.
He said to Lofty as [C] he chucked across [G] the queue, and the tension in [D] the pub just grew [G] and grew.
_ [Em] I'll break alright.
Said Lofty as [G] he snapped the queue in half, [Em] and flung it back at Snake and said, [C] you shove
this up [D] your arse.
[G] Me nana give me that.
Said [C] Snakey.
Mate, you're [G] fuckin' gone.
And the [D] Featherbrain Championship [G] was on.
It was [C] the front bar [G] Featherbrain, non-title fight.
[D] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, [G] big but not too bright.
[C] And no one give two knobs a goat [G] shit who was [Em] wrong or right, [C] at the front [D] bar Featherbrain,
[G] non-title fight. _ _ _ _ _
No one seemed to know too [C] much about their [G] pedigrees.
In that sort of place you [C] didn't ask them [A] sort of things.
They [G] said Lofty's from the top end.
He [C] was ugly, tough [G] and mean.
Used a welder's [D] wire brush to [G] scrub his teeth. _
[Em] And Snake was just plain ugly.
[G] Where he come from no one knew.
[Em] Reckon Rambo would have shit himself [C] if Snakey [D] told him to.
[G] And together they weighed half a ton [C] in singlet [G] shorts and thongs.
There was no conome, [D] but all the lights [G] were on. _ _
The breeze near knocked me over when [C] Snake threw the [G] opening punch.
It seemed to come from nowhere.
I [C] just heard this [D] sickening crunch.
[G] I thought if any bastard lived through that, [C] that pretty [G] fucking good.
It was like a railway [D] fettle, as hammer split [G] and wood. _
[Em] It slammed Lofty against the eight ball [G] table, flipped it on its edge.
But he [Em] just casually got up, walked around, [C] then ripped off [D] all the legs.
[G] Then one by one he smashed the [C] cunts across Snakey's ugly head.
If his brain weren't [D] so well padded [G] he'd be dead.
But Snake just shook his skull and blinked a bit [C] and slowly [G] looked around.
Then chucked a right that would have knocked [C] the war [D] memorial down.
[G] And the force of it sent Lofty [C] flying, crashing through [G] the wall.
Now there's a doorway [D] where there weren't one [G] there before.
He [Em] landed ass up in the shithouse with [G] his feet stuck in the air.
[Em] With bricks and shit and broken [C] glass and paper [D] everywhere.
[G] And caked in that and crap he [C] ripped the dunny [G] off the wall.
And armed with that and [D] fuck all brains [G] went back for more. _ _
[A] _ _ He slammed that dunny over Snakey's [D] head, shattering it [A] to bits.
_ Peppering him with porcelain [D] and splattering him [E] with shit.
And [A] there was teeth amongst the muck and shit.
[D] Whose they were you [A] couldn't tell.
But it looked like [E] Lofty lost an [A] ear as well.
_ [F#m] That Snake's right eye was swollen [A] shut from where it'd caught one eye.
[F#m] Their dick had made it look as [D] black as Ernie [E] Dingo's ass.
[A] But with all the pieces missing and with all the blood and gore.
They weren't as [E] fucking ugly [A] as before.
_ There was flesh and hair and skin and [D] bone and blood splashed [A] on the wall.
And them two bastards wallowing [D] in it rolling [E] across the floor.
[A] And the publican just scratched his [D] balls wondering [A] looking round.
Should he clean the [E] bastard up or [A] burn it down?
_ [F#m] Most blues you see turn out to [A] be a win or loss or draw.
[F#m] But fuck if I've seen both [D] opponents lose a [E] fight before.
And [A] I heard Snakey say to Lofty [D] as they crawled [A] towards the bar.
Fuck the [E] snooker, want a [A] game of darts?
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] It's the front [E] bar feather brain, non [A]-title fight.
It [D] was the front bar feather [A] brain, non-title fight.
[E] Two blokes the size of [A] buffaloes, big but not too bright.
[D] And no one give two knobs a [A] goat shit who was [F#m] wrong or right.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _