Lyrics/chords to "Pearl 'n' Roy (England)"

Pearl 'n' Roy (England)

(Ian Hunter)

SHUT UP!!!

C                G                       D    G
  It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974

G7

C                    G/B
  Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist
  
        D7               G
there's no way you ain't poor

G7

C                         Em7
  Work the mine, work the factory line

          D                           G
Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse

G7

C                  Em
  Number One ain't gettin' it done

           D                 G
And Number Two always got to lose

Em

C

F#

F#

B7

G                 Em7
Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker

C                  D7
Money funny honey, cook book looker

G              Em7
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker

C                 D
Easy fee degrees, cute boot licker

C                 G/B
Now I'll tell you something

                  D                      G     Am  G7
It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun

C                  G/B            D7
And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some

G       G7

     C                     Em7
They got no chins and they always win

         D                              G
Piece of glass hides the class from the mass

Am  G7

C             Em7
Union Jack is starting to crack

    D                             G        G7
The greed breed's killin' off the grass

Em                              C
Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up

           F#                    B7
Amatuers - shamateurs - bullshit calamitors!

G                 Em7
Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker

C                  D7
Money funny honey, cook book looker

G              Em7
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker

C                 D
Easy fee degrees, cute boot licker


G                       Eb                 D
Thought you said, you'd make us into a star

G                       Eb                 
You just jive, you connived with our lives

            D                                                     D7
You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case


G              Em7
Hi Number Ten, how's things goin'?

C                     D7
Times are a-changin', winds are blowin'

G                Em7
Big white chief, false teeth showin'

    C                        D
I'm sittin' here growin, I'm sittin' here knowin'

G                   Em7
You're on the lamm, can't control it

C                   D
You're just a sham, you mink stole it

G              Em7
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker

C                D
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker

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