The Schemers The Scroungers And The Rats
The King BluesVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
Will you still love me, will you still hug me,
When Im eighty four,
When Ive been working all my life,
And Im still bloody poor?
Dust in my lungs, a broken back,
Still cant retire it hurts,
Well Im all for workers rights and that,
As long as I dont have to work,
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this ones for you,
Dont send me on another New Deal course, I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss
Maybe Ill never shoot a rabbit,
Perhaps Ill never drink champagne,
But thats alright with me,
I prefer cider anyway,
Im happy doing nothing,
They tell me its all a waste,
But I aint never seen no 3 piece suit,
With a smile on his face,
I searched all the newspapers and made my CV, I swear there just aint nothing out there
A 9 to 5, 5 days a week,
Is bottom of my list,
I just couldnt live with myself,
Knowing there was something that I missed,
So dont go telling me Take it seriously,
Believe me I do,
But lifes for living, not for working,
And I got better things to do,
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Readable chord sheet for The Schemers The Scroungers And The Rats by The King Blues
[G] [G/f#] [Em7]
[Cadd9] [G] [D]
[G] [G/f#] [Em7]
[A7] [D] [D7]
[G] [G7]
[C] [A7]
[G] [G/f#] [Em7] [Cadd9]
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [Cadd9]
[G] [G]
[D] [Cadd9]
[G] [G]
[D] [Cadd9]
[G] [G]
[Am] [C]
[D] [D]
[G] [G/f#] [Em7]
Will you still love me, will you still hug me,
[Cadd9] When Im [G]eighty f[D]our,
[G] [G/f#] [Em7]
When Ive been working all my life,
[A7] And Im still bloody [D]po[D7]or?
[G] Dust in my lungs,[G7] a broken back,
[C] Still cant retire it [A7]hurts,
[G] [G/f#] [Em7] [Cadd9]
Well Im all for workers rights and that,
As long as [G] I dont ha[D]ve to w[G]ork,
[D] So hats off to the [Cadd9]schemers, to the scroungers, to the r[G]ats,
To the o[D]nes who sleep on [Cadd9]mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball b[G]ats,
To the b[D]eggars and the c[Cadd9]heaters and the kings who rise at n[G]oon,
To the [Am]scoundrels, the misfits, the p[C]arasites, this ones for [D] you,
[NO GUITAR]
Dont send me on another New Deal course, I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss
Maybe Ill never shoot a rabbit,
Perhaps Ill never drink champagne,
But thats alright with me,
I prefer cider anyway,
Im happy doing nothing,
They tell me its all a waste,
But I aint never seen no 3 piece suit,
With a smile on his face,
[NO GUITAR]
I searched all the newspapers and made my CV, I swear there just aint nothing out there
A 9 to 5, 5 days a week,
Is bottom of my list,
I just couldnt live with myself,
Knowing there was something that I missed,
So dont go telling me Take it seriously,
Believe me I do,
But lifes for living, not for working,
And I got better things to do,
[end on G, presumably]