Tim Minchin Tabs

Nothing Ruins Comedy

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            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 )
Nothing ruins comedy like arenas
Eb                                    ( Eb   Ebsus4   
Eb )
 That is a well established fact
But your enjoyment is not as important
                       ( Eb   Ebsus4  Eb)
as my self-esteem is
My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back
              Cm          Bb
But i'm quite famous now
Suck my balls
             Cm                 Bb
I've sold my tickets, my job is done,
Fuck you all
                Cm    Bb                   Ab                 
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
You gotta make hay in the shining sun
          Ebm             C#                        Ab        
You gotta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down
        Cm                       Bb                       Ab  
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
(Can't hear)
            Ebm          C#                              Ab
So bring it on, bring it on, found the hookers, stop the bombs
        Ebm                         C#               Ab       
I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking orchestra, I can do what I fucking want
          Cm                 Bb                 Ab            
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.    

Added On December 16th, 2013



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