Chords for Up Da Ra

Monty, it's like this now.
I want you to go up to the doctor by the next Saturday night.
And I want you to take two of your best mates with you.
The car's not on the dock waiting for you.
There's three guns in the boot of the car.
Alright.
And I want no messing.
[G] _ _ And I want you to blow away two pallet [D] troopers.
Yeah, we're going to give you a lesson now in Irish history.
For up 300 years the British Army [Dm] have oppressed the Irish people.
[D] It all started with the Great Potato Famine of 1916.
The English took our food.
And we were too [Dm] starving and too weak to fight, [D] so we took all the seven counties and Ulster.
So Eamon Devilera rode to London on the back of a horse [Dm] to punch the Queen into the jaw.
[D] And the sickness.
She locked him in jail for a hundred years.
And he smeared his own shit on the wall [Dm] and starved to death. _
Oh, ah, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ oh, ah, oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
[D] I'll get you now, you little rat.
Fast forward to 1974, when Sean Stout from Gary Owen starved a [Dm] dog out of his back yard for 17 [D] years.
Eamon that dog sailed over to England on a ship made out of coffins.
[Dm] He trained the dog to make shit [D] of the Queen and punch her into the jaw as a symbol.
But he was caught in the car park of Buckingham [Dm] Palace and jailed [D] for a hundred years.
Then he smeared his own shit on the wall and he starved to death like so [Dm] many before him. _
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
_ _ _ I got more rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
_ _ _ [D] I'll get you now, you little rat.
And so Paddy Irishman went over to London to box the Queen into the mouth.
He had a [Dm] load of condoms filled with petrol [D] and a sword made out of hash that he sellotaped to the steering wheel of his mother's face.
He met the Queen in the car park of Buckingham Palace and he cleverly locked her into the boot of an Opel Corsa.
_ In that boot she smeared the walls with shit and the Queen starved to death.
And that's how the Irish Republic went on.
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Oh, ah, oh, the rat. _ _ _
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
I got more rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
_ _ _ [D] I'll get you now, you little rat.
Be proud to be Irish.
Don't ever let Norman tell you not to be proud to be Irish.
The British are now feeling sick.
What's to keep us not knowing about our fucking heritage, man?
But it's all over with this.
They celebrate fucking St.
Patrick's Day in [Dm] Malta.
I mean, [D] if the Queen ever come over to this country, I'd chase her on the feet with dog shit at the end of my gals' club, I swear to God.
The hard-living emphasis that I was doing before in the Irish wars, I know you're up in heaven tomorrow, just with a whole pack of Bob Marley.
Chalk it down. [Dm] Yeah. _ _
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
I got more rat.
Oh, _ _ _ ah, _ oh, the rat.
Oh, ah, oh, the rat.
I'll get you now, you little rat.
_ Yeah, kicking it straight through the hosel net, limerick G-Funk style.
Lash this [C] one out in your cow. _
[Dm] Smart joint.
You got any pants for the boys, have you?
Yeah, you're on a tan, bud.
Now we're gonna lift out some of the [C] boys that are in the IRA.
Are you ready for this [Dm] shit? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ We're in [C] the rat.
The rebel bandits.
We're in [Dm] the rat.
The rebel bandits.
Yeah.
We're in the rat.
The rebel bandits.
We're in the rat.
The rebel bandits.
We're in [C] the rat.
The rebel bandits.
We're in [Dm] the rat.
The rebel bandits are in the IRA.
I'm telling you now, we are in the IRA.
We are [C] the IRA.
I'm telling you now.
[Dm] We are the IRA.
That's us.
We are the IRA.
Don't ever not forget it.
Do you know what I mean?
_ [C] Put on the knees. _