Pimp
The FratellisVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
x2
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo
One time, two time,
Givin' me a slow one,
Flippin' lovers hands,
With a trigger of a handgun
Three time, four time,
Throw me on a big bed,
Open up yer mouth,
I'll put a bullet in yer dumb head
(Oh)
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G -5--7----------7--5------5--7----------7------|
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Blip blip she shifts,
Smells of a little hot sun,
I know she can dance,
But she really is a fat one,
Well I must admit I was a little scared,
When she got undressed,
And it was bang bang bang,
But she wasn't impressed
And it's all sick n gentle,
It's all fuckin' mental,
It's all over before it begins
And it's all worse than dying,
It's all terrifing
It's all little pistols and pimps
(Play riff over this)
Lying on this big girls floor,
Tell me something,
Tell me more,
Pistols on her swollen bed,
Pointing at my aching head
There was a singer in the windows,
And humming in my poor head,
She was smoking in the corner,
And said I hope you, don't you feel dead C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
Well I must admit I was a little scared
When she got undressed,
It was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed
And it's all sick n gentle,
It's all fuckin' mental,
It's all over before it begins
And it's all worse than dying,
It's all terrifing
It's all little pistols and pimps
(Play riff over this)
Lying on this big girls floor,
Tell me something,
Tell me more,
Pistols on her swollen bed,
Pointing at my aching head
(Play riff over this)
Chase me half way down the street,
Shootin' at my aching feet,
Got no I.D,
Got no clothes,
Am I dead?
Christ only knows
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Readable chord sheet for Pimp by The Fratellis
[C5] [G5] [C5] [C5] [G5] [C5] x2 [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo [C5]One time, two time, [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]Givin' me a slow one, [C5]Flippin' lovers hands, [G5]With a trigger of a handg[C5]un [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]Three time, four time, [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]Throw me on a big bed, [C]Open up yer mouth, I'll put a [G5]bullet in yer dumb h[C5]ead[G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] (Oh) e -------------------------------------------8--| B -------6-6h7p6-----------------6-6h7p6--------| G -5--7----------7--5------5--7----------7------| D ----------------------------------------------| A ----------------------------------------------| E ----------------------------------------------| [C5]Blip blip she shifts, [G5]Smells of a little hot [C5]sun[G5], [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]I know she can dance, [G5]But she really is a fat [C5]one[G5], [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]Well I must admit I was a little scared, [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]When she got undressed, [C5]And it was bang bang bang, [G5]But she wasn't impressed [F5]And it's all [G5]sick n gentle, [F5]It's all [C5]fuckin' mental, [F5]It's all [G5]over before it [F5]begins [C5] [F5]And it's all [G5]worse than dying, [F5]It's all [C5]terrifing [F5]It's all [G5]little pistols and [F5]pimps [C5] (Play riff over this) Lying on this big girls floor, Tell me something, Tell me more, Pistols on her swollen bed, Pointing at my aching head [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] There was a singer in the windows, And [A] humming in my poor head, [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5]She[G5] wa[C5]s smoking in the corner, And said I hope you, don't you feel dead C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 Well I must admit I was a little scared When she got undressed, [C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [C5] It was [C5]bang bang bang, [G5]but she wasn't imp[C5]res[G5]sed[C5] [G5] [C5] [G5] [C5] [F5]And it's all [G5]sick n gentle, [F5]It's all [C5]fuckin' mental, [F5]It's all [G5]over before it [F5]begins [C5] [F5]And it's all [G5]worse than dying, [F5]It's all [C5]terrifing [F5]It's all [G5]little pistols and [F5]pimps [C5] (Play riff over this) Lying on this big girls floor, Tell me something, Tell me more, Pistols on her swollen bed, Pointing at my aching head (Play riff over this) Chase me half way down the street, Shootin' at my aching feet, Got no I.D, Got no clothes, Am I dead? Christ only knows