Chords for Tim Minchin | "Some People Have It Worse Than I" | w/ Lyrics
Tempo:
121.3 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
Well I wake up in the [Em] morning at 11.47 and I can't believe I have to face the horror
of another [A] fucking day.
[E] [N]
[E] And the magnificent magnitude of [Em] my morning erection merely mocks me like the sun in its
[B] optimistic greeting [A] of the day.
[E] [F] [F#m] Managing to manifest a modicum of motivation I meander to the kitchen, make a mission
out of mixing Nescafe.
[B] [A#m] [A] But the [Am] milk is going off and coffee by itself is bitter and there's ants all through the
sugar and the supermarket smiles [B] a fucking way.
[F#] [B] My life is [E] pretty sad [B] but I know that I should be [D]
glad.
[C#] I could be a starving Ethiop [F#] or a policeman in Baghdad.
[Bm] Policeman [B] in Baghdad.
[F#] [F#m] [B] Baghdad.
[C#] [E] At 11.53 I instigate the day's ablutions in the hope my constitution can be altered by
some [A] action on the [Am] bowl.
[E] But the total non-existence of colonic animation seems to me the perfect metaphor for the art
of constipation [A] of my soul.
[G] [F#m] By 11.59 I have decided that my life would be immediately improved by a carefully written
list of short-term [B] goals.
[A] But by 12.05 my list consists of one dot, put [Am] some pants on, two [F] dot, go to the shop,
buy some prunes and [A] panadols.
[E] [B] My [D] life is pretty [E] shit [B] but I know I [D] shouldn't wince about it.
[C#] I could be a Palestinian [F#] driving buses [F] on the Gaza Strip.
[G] Yeah, how bad [E] can it be?
Some people have it [Dm] worse than me.
[C] I could be an [F] Ipswich prostitute [B] or Gary Glitter's family.
I [E] have no right to cry.
[A] Some people have it [D] worse than I.
[C#] I could be a thalidomite [F#] kid with something in [C#m] my eye.
[B] Something in my eye.
[F#] [B] My eye.
[D#] [E] At 12.30.3 I realize I'm feeling so dejected that I've totally neglected the [G] beginning of the [A] Jerry Springer show. [E] So I settle on the sofa, try to focus an iota of my motor neurons on the brilliant insights for [A] which Jerry is known. [F#m] And although on any [C#] other day a show entitled [F#m] Midgets, Midgets, Midgets would excite me like a virgin at a year 11 ball. [B] [A] Today those little jelly wrestling fellas fail to free me of my misery. Instead they simply serve to make me feel three [F#m] foot tall. [D] But how bad [E] can it be? [A] Some people have it [D] worse than me. [C#] I could be a junior [F#] lifesaver on a Bandarache [F] beach. Or a woman in [E] Afghanistan. Or a Jew in the Ku Klux Klan. [C] Or the architect [F] of the World Trade Center. [B] Or a bobcat driver in BAM, Iran. [D] I could have my [E] identity mistaken [C#m] as a bomber in an [D] underground station. [C#] I could be a peace-loving speech writer [F#] in George [F] W.'s. administration. Yeah, you know that [A] I don't have the [F#] right [D] to be unhappy [G] with my life. [B] [C] I could be [F] Hitler's mother. [B] Or Shane Warne's wife. Yeah, you [D] know that I shouldn't [E] be [A] bitchin'. I could be in a [D] worse position. [C#] I could be a three-nipple naturopath in [F#] the days of the [F] Spanish in the Spanish [G] Inquisition. You know I have no right, no right to cry. [D] Some people have it [G] much, much worse than [C] I. I could have a [F] serious nut allergy [B] and be shipwrecked on [A] an island with a crate of Snickers bars, [G#] a jar of Nutella and a [F] fresh baked [E] pecan. [F] [A] Some people have it worse than [E] I. [N]
Well I wake up in the [Em] morning at 11.47 and I can't believe I have to face the horror
of another [A] fucking day.
[E] [N]
[E] And the magnificent magnitude of [Em] my morning erection merely mocks me like the sun in its
[B] optimistic greeting [A] of the day.
[E] [F] [F#m] Managing to manifest a modicum of motivation I meander to the kitchen, make a mission
out of mixing Nescafe.
[B] [A#m] [A] But the [Am] milk is going off and coffee by itself is bitter and there's ants all through the
sugar and the supermarket smiles [B] a fucking way.
[F#] [B] My life is [E] pretty sad [B] but I know that I should be [D]
glad.
[C#] I could be a starving Ethiop [F#] or a policeman in Baghdad.
[Bm] Policeman [B] in Baghdad.
[F#] [F#m] [B] Baghdad.
[C#] [E] At 11.53 I instigate the day's ablutions in the hope my constitution can be altered by
some [A] action on the [Am] bowl.
[E] But the total non-existence of colonic animation seems to me the perfect metaphor for the art
of constipation [A] of my soul.
[G] [F#m] By 11.59 I have decided that my life would be immediately improved by a carefully written
list of short-term [B] goals.
[A] But by 12.05 my list consists of one dot, put [Am] some pants on, two [F] dot, go to the shop,
buy some prunes and [A] panadols.
[E] [B] My [D] life is pretty [E] shit [B] but I know I [D] shouldn't wince about it.
[C#] I could be a Palestinian [F#] driving buses [F] on the Gaza Strip.
[G] Yeah, how bad [E] can it be?
Some people have it [Dm] worse than me.
[C] I could be an [F] Ipswich prostitute [B] or Gary Glitter's family.
I [E] have no right to cry.
[A] Some people have it [D] worse than I.
[C#] I could be a thalidomite [F#] kid with something in [C#m] my eye.
[B] Something in my eye.
[F#] [B] My eye.
[D#] [E] At 12.30.3 I realize I'm feeling so dejected that I've totally neglected the [G] beginning of the [A] Jerry Springer show. [E] So I settle on the sofa, try to focus an iota of my motor neurons on the brilliant insights for [A] which Jerry is known. [F#m] And although on any [C#] other day a show entitled [F#m] Midgets, Midgets, Midgets would excite me like a virgin at a year 11 ball. [B] [A] Today those little jelly wrestling fellas fail to free me of my misery. Instead they simply serve to make me feel three [F#m] foot tall. [D] But how bad [E] can it be? [A] Some people have it [D] worse than me. [C#] I could be a junior [F#] lifesaver on a Bandarache [F] beach. Or a woman in [E] Afghanistan. Or a Jew in the Ku Klux Klan. [C] Or the architect [F] of the World Trade Center. [B] Or a bobcat driver in BAM, Iran. [D] I could have my [E] identity mistaken [C#m] as a bomber in an [D] underground station. [C#] I could be a peace-loving speech writer [F#] in George [F] W.'s. administration. Yeah, you know that [A] I don't have the [F#] right [D] to be unhappy [G] with my life. [B] [C] I could be [F] Hitler's mother. [B] Or Shane Warne's wife. Yeah, you [D] know that I shouldn't [E] be [A] bitchin'. I could be in a [D] worse position. [C#] I could be a three-nipple naturopath in [F#] the days of the [F] Spanish in the Spanish [G] Inquisition. You know I have no right, no right to cry. [D] Some people have it [G] much, much worse than [C] I. I could have a [F] serious nut allergy [B] and be shipwrecked on [A] an island with a crate of Snickers bars, [G#] a jar of Nutella and a [F] fresh baked [E] pecan. [F] [A] Some people have it worse than [E] I. [N]
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Well I wake up in the [Em] morning at 11.47 and I can't believe I have to face the horror
of another [A] fucking day.
[E] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] And the magnificent magnitude of [Em] my morning erection _ merely mocks me like the sun in its
[B] optimistic greeting [A] of the day.
[E] _ _ [F] _ [F#m] Managing to manifest a modicum of motivation I meander to the kitchen, make a mission
out of mixing Nescafe.
[B] _ [A#m] _ [A] But the [Am] milk is going off and coffee by itself is bitter and there's ants all through the
sugar and the supermarket smiles [B] a fucking way.
_ [F#] _ [B] My life is [E] pretty sad [B] but I know that I should be [D]
glad.
[C#] I could be a starving Ethiop [F#] or a policeman in Baghdad.
[Bm] Policeman [B] in Baghdad.
[F#] _ _ [F#m] [B] Baghdad.
_ [C#] [E] At 11.53 I instigate the day's ablutions in the hope my constitution can be altered by
some [A] action on the [Am] bowl.
_ _ [E] But the total non-existence of colonic animation seems to me the perfect metaphor for the art
of constipation [A] of my soul.
_ _ [G] [F#m] By 11.59 I have decided that my life would be immediately improved by a carefully written
list of short-term [B] goals.
_ [A] But by 12.05 my list consists of one dot, put [Am] some pants on, two [F] dot, go to the shop,
buy some prunes and [A] panadols.
_ [E] _ [B] My [D] life is pretty [E] shit [B] but I know I [D] shouldn't wince about it.
[C#] I could be a Palestinian [F#] driving buses [F] on the Gaza Strip.
[G] Yeah, how bad [E] can it be?
Some people have it [Dm] worse than me.
[C] I could be an [F] Ipswich prostitute [B] or Gary Glitter's family.
_ I [E] have no right to cry.
[A] Some people have it [D] worse than I.
[C#] I could be a thalidomite [F#] kid with something in [C#m] my eye.
[B] Something in my eye.
_ [F#] [B] My eye. _
[D#] _ [E] At 12.30.3 I realize I'm feeling so dejected that I've totally neglected the [G] beginning of the [A] Jerry Springer show. _ [E] So I settle on the sofa, try to focus an iota of my motor neurons on the brilliant insights for [A] which Jerry is known. _ [F#m] And although on any [C#] other day a show entitled [F#m] Midgets, Midgets, Midgets would excite me like a virgin at a year 11 ball. _ [B] _ _ [A] Today those little jelly wrestling fellas fail to free me of my misery. Instead they simply serve to make me feel three [F#m] foot tall. [D] But how bad [E] can it be? [A] Some people have it [D] worse than me. [C#] I could be a junior [F#] lifesaver on a Bandarache [F] beach. Or a woman in [E] Afghanistan. Or a Jew in the Ku Klux Klan. [C] Or the architect [F] of the World Trade Center. [B] Or a bobcat driver in BAM, Iran. [D] I could have my [E] identity mistaken [C#m] as a bomber in an [D] underground station. [C#] I could be a peace-loving speech writer [F#] in George [F] W.'s. administration. Yeah, you know that [A] I don't have the [F#] right [D] to be unhappy [G] with my life. [B] [C] I could be [F] Hitler's mother. [B] Or Shane Warne's wife. Yeah, you [D] know that I shouldn't [E] be [A] bitchin'. I could be in a [D] worse position. [C#] I could be a three-nipple naturopath in [F#] the days of the [F] Spanish in the Spanish [G] Inquisition. You know I have no right, no right to cry. [D] Some people have it [G] much, much worse than [C] I. I could have a [F] serious nut allergy [B] and be shipwrecked on [A] an island with a crate of Snickers bars, [G#] a jar of Nutella and a [F] fresh baked [E] pecan. _ _ _ [F] _ [A] Some people have it worse than [E] I. _ [N] _
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Well I wake up in the [Em] morning at 11.47 and I can't believe I have to face the horror
of another [A] fucking day.
[E] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] And the magnificent magnitude of [Em] my morning erection _ merely mocks me like the sun in its
[B] optimistic greeting [A] of the day.
[E] _ _ [F] _ [F#m] Managing to manifest a modicum of motivation I meander to the kitchen, make a mission
out of mixing Nescafe.
[B] _ [A#m] _ [A] But the [Am] milk is going off and coffee by itself is bitter and there's ants all through the
sugar and the supermarket smiles [B] a fucking way.
_ [F#] _ [B] My life is [E] pretty sad [B] but I know that I should be [D]
glad.
[C#] I could be a starving Ethiop [F#] or a policeman in Baghdad.
[Bm] Policeman [B] in Baghdad.
[F#] _ _ [F#m] [B] Baghdad.
_ [C#] [E] At 11.53 I instigate the day's ablutions in the hope my constitution can be altered by
some [A] action on the [Am] bowl.
_ _ [E] But the total non-existence of colonic animation seems to me the perfect metaphor for the art
of constipation [A] of my soul.
_ _ [G] [F#m] By 11.59 I have decided that my life would be immediately improved by a carefully written
list of short-term [B] goals.
_ [A] But by 12.05 my list consists of one dot, put [Am] some pants on, two [F] dot, go to the shop,
buy some prunes and [A] panadols.
_ [E] _ [B] My [D] life is pretty [E] shit [B] but I know I [D] shouldn't wince about it.
[C#] I could be a Palestinian [F#] driving buses [F] on the Gaza Strip.
[G] Yeah, how bad [E] can it be?
Some people have it [Dm] worse than me.
[C] I could be an [F] Ipswich prostitute [B] or Gary Glitter's family.
_ I [E] have no right to cry.
[A] Some people have it [D] worse than I.
[C#] I could be a thalidomite [F#] kid with something in [C#m] my eye.
[B] Something in my eye.
_ [F#] [B] My eye. _
[D#] _ [E] At 12.30.3 I realize I'm feeling so dejected that I've totally neglected the [G] beginning of the [A] Jerry Springer show. _ [E] So I settle on the sofa, try to focus an iota of my motor neurons on the brilliant insights for [A] which Jerry is known. _ [F#m] And although on any [C#] other day a show entitled [F#m] Midgets, Midgets, Midgets would excite me like a virgin at a year 11 ball. _ [B] _ _ [A] Today those little jelly wrestling fellas fail to free me of my misery. Instead they simply serve to make me feel three [F#m] foot tall. [D] But how bad [E] can it be? [A] Some people have it [D] worse than me. [C#] I could be a junior [F#] lifesaver on a Bandarache [F] beach. Or a woman in [E] Afghanistan. Or a Jew in the Ku Klux Klan. [C] Or the architect [F] of the World Trade Center. [B] Or a bobcat driver in BAM, Iran. [D] I could have my [E] identity mistaken [C#m] as a bomber in an [D] underground station. [C#] I could be a peace-loving speech writer [F#] in George [F] W.'s. administration. Yeah, you know that [A] I don't have the [F#] right [D] to be unhappy [G] with my life. [B] [C] I could be [F] Hitler's mother. [B] Or Shane Warne's wife. Yeah, you [D] know that I shouldn't [E] be [A] bitchin'. I could be in a [D] worse position. [C#] I could be a three-nipple naturopath in [F#] the days of the [F] Spanish in the Spanish [G] Inquisition. You know I have no right, no right to cry. [D] Some people have it [G] much, much worse than [C] I. I could have a [F] serious nut allergy [B] and be shipwrecked on [A] an island with a crate of Snickers bars, [G#] a jar of Nutella and a [F] fresh baked [E] pecan. _ _ _ [F] _ [A] Some people have it worse than [E] I. _ [N] _