East Side Beat Chords by The Toasters
Tempo:
85 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
B
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[Am] [Em]
[G] [Am]
[Em] [G] [D] [Em]
[Am] [Em]
[B] [Am]
[Em] [G] [Em]
[Am] [Em]
[B] Hey Hey Hey
[Am] He'll be that football [Em] feeder
Saturday night, [B] second [Em] step and well [Am] invite
Here [Em]
comes [B] Boyer, [Am] check out [Em] your scene
[G] Rattle's never too [B] true, [Em] if you know what I mean
He'll step to this cool so turn up the heat
Come on Boyer, [Am] this is his type beat
Check out the piece [Em] and make your play
[B] I'm a big ugly [Am] skinhead across the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet.
Into the stinko bowl, a rack of fools.
And the girls at the bar who's beginning to [Am] drool.
One more chaser, I'll move right in.
[Em] She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
[B] Keep the whiskey cold, [Am] keep it rolling my feet.
[Em] Come on boys, [Bm] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em]
Ho!
[Am] Ho!
[Em]
Ho!
[Em] I'm [Am]
[Em] [G] [B] [G] [Em] a big ugly
[Am] [Em]
[B] skinhead [Am]
[Em]
[Am] [Em]
[Am]
[Em] [D] [Em] across the street.
Come on
[Am] boys, [Em] it's gonna [B] [Am] eat my feet.
[Em] One more chaser, I'll move right in.
She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
So it's seven in the morning, you try to go straight.
Out on the turf, it's a two-way [Am] thriller.
You can't even call your [Em] own.
And a big fat cop is about to leave you alone.
[B] And push you [Am] around, losing all of their [Em] feet.
Come on boys, [D] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em] So it's up to jail and the judge.
Who'll send you up, all sorts of [Am] stuff.
So exit the door and they'll put you [Em] away.
Never even listen to what the hell you're [B] saying.
Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet. It's happening!
It's happening!
[Am] It's happening!
[Em] It's happening!
[B] Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's happening!
[Am] [Em]
[G] [Am]
[Em] [G] [D] [Em]
[Am] [Em]
[B] [Am]
[Em] [G] [Em]
[Am] [Em]
[B] Hey Hey Hey
[Am] He'll be that football [Em] feeder
Saturday night, [B] second [Em] step and well [Am] invite
Here [Em]
comes [B] Boyer, [Am] check out [Em] your scene
[G] Rattle's never too [B] true, [Em] if you know what I mean
He'll step to this cool so turn up the heat
Come on Boyer, [Am] this is his type beat
Check out the piece [Em] and make your play
[B] I'm a big ugly [Am] skinhead across the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet.
Into the stinko bowl, a rack of fools.
And the girls at the bar who's beginning to [Am] drool.
One more chaser, I'll move right in.
[Em] She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
[B] Keep the whiskey cold, [Am] keep it rolling my feet.
[Em] Come on boys, [Bm] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em]
Ho!
[Am] Ho!
[Em]
Ho!
[Em] I'm [Am]
[Em] [G] [B] [G] [Em] a big ugly
[Am] [Em]
[B] skinhead [Am]
[Em]
[Am] [Em]
[Am]
[Em] [D] [Em] across the street.
Come on
[Am] boys, [Em] it's gonna [B] [Am] eat my feet.
[Em] One more chaser, I'll move right in.
She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
So it's seven in the morning, you try to go straight.
Out on the turf, it's a two-way [Am] thriller.
You can't even call your [Em] own.
And a big fat cop is about to leave you alone.
[B] And push you [Am] around, losing all of their [Em] feet.
Come on boys, [D] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em] So it's up to jail and the judge.
Who'll send you up, all sorts of [Am] stuff.
So exit the door and they'll put you [Em] away.
Never even listen to what the hell you're [B] saying.
Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet. It's happening!
It's happening!
[Am] It's happening!
[Em] It's happening!
[B] Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's happening!
Key:
Em
Am
B
G
D
Em
Am
B
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [Am] _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [B] Hey Hey Hey
[Am] He'll be that football [Em] feeder
Saturday night, [B] second [Em] step and _ _ _ _ _
well [Am] invite
Here _ [Em] _ _
_ comes [B] Boyer, [Am] check out [Em] your scene
[G] Rattle's never too [B] true, [Em] if you know what I mean
He'll step to this cool so turn up the heat
Come on Boyer, [Am] this is his type beat
Check out the piece [Em] and make your play
_ [B] I'm a big ugly [Am] skinhead across the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet.
Into the stinko bowl, a rack of fools.
And the girls at the bar who's beginning to [Am] drool.
One more chaser, I'll move right in.
[Em] She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
[B] Keep the whiskey cold, [Am] keep it rolling my feet.
[Em] Come on boys, [Bm] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em] _ _
_ _ Ho! _
[Am] Ho!
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
Ho!
[Em] I'm _ [Am] _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ [B] _ [G] [Em] a _ _ big ugly _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [B] skinhead [Am] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [D] [Em] across _ the street.
Come on _
[Am] boys, _ _ [Em] it's _ gonna [B] [Am] eat my feet. _
[Em] _ One more chaser, I'll move right in.
She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
So it's seven in the morning, you try to go straight.
Out on the turf, it's a two-way [Am] thriller.
You can't even call your [Em] own.
And a big fat cop is about to leave you alone.
[B] And push you [Am] around, losing all of their [Em] feet.
Come on boys, [D] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em] So it's up to jail and the judge.
Who'll send you up, all sorts of [Am] stuff.
So exit the door and they'll put you [Em] away.
Never even listen to what the hell you're [B] saying.
Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet. It's happening!
_ _ It's happening! _ _
[Am] It's happening!
_ _ [Em] It's happening!
_ [B] Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's happening! _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [Am] _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [B] Hey Hey Hey
[Am] He'll be that football [Em] feeder
Saturday night, [B] second [Em] step and _ _ _ _ _
well [Am] invite
Here _ [Em] _ _
_ comes [B] Boyer, [Am] check out [Em] your scene
[G] Rattle's never too [B] true, [Em] if you know what I mean
He'll step to this cool so turn up the heat
Come on Boyer, [Am] this is his type beat
Check out the piece [Em] and make your play
_ [B] I'm a big ugly [Am] skinhead across the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet.
Into the stinko bowl, a rack of fools.
And the girls at the bar who's beginning to [Am] drool.
One more chaser, I'll move right in.
[Em] She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
[B] Keep the whiskey cold, [Am] keep it rolling my feet.
[Em] Come on boys, [Bm] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em] _ _
_ _ Ho! _
[Am] Ho!
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
Ho!
[Em] I'm _ [Am] _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ [B] _ [G] [Em] a _ _ big ugly _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [B] skinhead [Am] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [D] [Em] across _ the street.
Come on _
[Am] boys, _ _ [Em] it's _ gonna [B] [Am] eat my feet. _
[Em] _ One more chaser, I'll move right in.
She gets with pressure as I fill up my skin.
So it's seven in the morning, you try to go straight.
Out on the turf, it's a two-way [Am] thriller.
You can't even call your [Em] own.
And a big fat cop is about to leave you alone.
[B] And push you [Am] around, losing all of their [Em] feet.
Come on boys, [D] it's gonna eat my feet.
[Em] So it's up to jail and the judge.
Who'll send you up, all sorts of [Am] stuff.
So exit the door and they'll put you [Em] away.
Never even listen to what the hell you're [B] saying.
Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's gonna eat my feet. It's happening!
_ _ It's happening! _ _
[Am] It's happening!
_ _ [Em] It's happening!
_ [B] Better do your [C] heist, I'm down in the [Em] street.
Come on boys, it's happening! _ _