Ringo I Feel Like

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[Verse 1]
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I feel like Ringo
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And it's rippin' my eyes out
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And I feel like Ringo
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Shimmy to the left
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Shimmy to the right

[Chorus]
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I've made up a list
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That lives in my mind
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Of everyone helpful and everyone 
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kind
             D                     
These Fender guitars they tune up 
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so nice
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And Greg says that "Amps are not a 
problem"

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[Verse 2]
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He lives in a disco
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But goes home to the suburbs
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Where it's simply WORK, GIRLS, 
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DRUGS and BOYS
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Shimmy to the left
F#            G#
Shimmy to the right

[Chorus]
F#m             D
I refer to this list
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This list in my mind
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Of everyone naughty, fucked up and 
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unkind
             D
Forget about rock stars
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Forget about mic's
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No W-bins, no W-bins, no W-bins

[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
  C#m         F#
I feel like Ringo
         G#
And it's rippin' my eyes out
      C#m         F   G#
And I feel like Ringo
              C#m
Shimmy to the left
F#            G#
Shimmy to the right

[Other]
N.C
R.I.N.G.O
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That's right
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R.I.N.G.O
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Here it is, here it is
    F#
And go