The Song For Phil Daoust

The [C] -> [B] on "journal-oust" is very rough and needs improvement.
I think the [C#m] with the decending root sounds right, but I'm not sure.
Transcribing piano tunes on guitar is hard :(

Song For Phil Daoust
by Tim Minchin

[E]This is a song for Phil [Ab]Daoust:

occasional [A]Guardian Newspaper [C]journal-[B]oust.

[E]I never ever ever [Ab]mentioned your name,

or the [A]review that you wrote, when I was [B]new to this game.

[C#m]But now the time has [C#m]come[C],

I think I've [C#m]deal[B]t with my feelings at [C#m]last[Bb].

I [F#m]really wanna forgive ya Phil,

yeah I [B]wanna put the past in the past-[A]a  [B]

Oh and as [E]this is such a big [Ab]tour,

I [A]thought I outta take the oppor[C]tuni[B]ty.

'Cause there's a [E]pretty good chance somebody [Ab]out there will know you,

[A]Maybe they would pass on a [B]message for me.

[C#m]Just wanna say, Phil [C#m]Daou[C]st, occasional [C#m]Guar[B]dian Newspaper [C#m]jour[Bb]nal-oust,

That it's [F#m]been three years since you wrote it,

and [Abm]time is very healing.

But I [A]still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid face

and [B]make your children watch while I force you to eat them.

[A]Yeah I [B]wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat.

[E]         [B]
[Ding] [Dang] [Ding] [Dang] [Dong]

[C#m]This is my [Abm]Phil Doust Song,

[A]Everybody [E]sing along,

[A]La la la la la la la,

I [B]hope one of your family' members [E]dies.

Phil, [B]Ding Dang Dong.

[C#m]I've written you this [Abm]special song,

[A]to help you get the [E]attention -

you [A]obviously, [B]desperately lack.

And I know that you're a smart man,
and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard-
To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums in the supermarket isles of
your self-regard.

Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust.
While a deadlines always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining.
So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at - like killing
yourself, you fucking cunt.

[Ding]This [Dang]is my[Ding] Phil[Dang] Dous[Dong]t Song,
Everybody sing along,
Tra la la la la la la,
I hope something you love catches on fire.
Phil, Ding Dang Dong.
I've written you this special song,
to show how far I've come along -
in my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback.

You fucking poo-face.