F
I'm done with you begrudgers!
Gm
You pushers and you shovers!
Bb
The scurrying, the worrying
C F
I'm goin’ to have some fun!
[Instrumental]
F Gm Bb C
F Gm Dm C F
[Verse 1]
F Gm
Well I was born very young, I grew up in me cradle
Bb C
Chances are, that when I die, it will be of something fatal
F Gm
So if you see me running, keep up by my side
Dm C F
That hurricane’s a coming, and there ain't no place to hide!
Gm C
Get your own life this one’s mine
Gm C
And stuff it, where, the sun don’t shine!
[Chorus]
F
I'm done with you begrudgers!
Gm
You pushers and you shovers!
Dm C
The scurrying, the worrying
C F
I'm goin' to have some fun!
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
F Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb C F
Here's to one more day above the roses!
[Instrumental]
F F Bb F C F
[Verse 2]
F Gm
All that shmoozin' and the boozin', will catch up with you they say
Bb C
At least that's what them old ones, they told me everyday
F Gm
So I quit just like they said, stopped everything that’s bad
Bb C F
’Twas the worst twenty minutes that I’ve ever had!
Gm C
It's not the cough that carries you off
Gm C
It's the coffin, they, carry you off in!
[Chorus]
F
I'm done with all the snitching!
Gm
The balling and the bitching!
Dm C
The striving and conniving
C F
I'm heading for the pub!
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
F Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb C F
Here's to one more day above the roses!
[Instrumental]
F Gm Bb C
F Gm Bb C
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
F Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb C F
Here's to one more day above the roses!
[Instrumental]
Bb C F
[Verse 3]
F Gm
Work like you don't need money, don't know how much things cost
Bb C
Love like you've never been hurt, love like you've never lost
F Gm
Dance like no one’s watching, as often as you can
Bb C F
And when you drink, drink like, you're a true-blood Irishman!
Gm C
Live every day like it's your last
Gm C
They're going by, way too fast!
[Chorus]
F
You langers and you loons!
Gm
You bankers and buffoons!
Dm C
The liars, the pariahs
C F
You can keep the bloody lot!
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
F Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb C F
Here's to one more day above the roses! (x3)
