F
I'm done with you begrudgers!
G7
You pushers and you shovers!
Bb C
The scurrying, the worrying
F
I'm goin’ to have some fun!
[Instrumental]
F G7 Bb C
F G7 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 G7
So if you see me running, keep up by my side
Dm C F Gm
That hurricane’s a coming, and there ain't no place to hide!
C Gm
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!
G7
You pushers and you shovers!
Dm C
The scurrying, the worrying
F C
I'm goin' to have some fun!
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C F
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
G7 Bm C
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb F
Here's to one more day above the roses!
[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 G7
So I quit just like they said, stopped everything that’s bad
Dm C F Gm
’Twas the worst twenty minutes that I’ve ever had!
C Gm
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!
G7
The balling and the bitching!
Dm C
The striving and conniving
F C
I'm heading for the pub!
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C F
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
G7 Bm C
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb F
Here's to one more day above the roses!
[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 G7
Dance like no one’s watching, as often as you can
Dm C F Gm
And when you drink, drink like, you're a true-blood Irishman!
C Gm
Live every day like it's your last
Gm C
They're going by, way too fast!
[Chorus]
F
You langers and you loons!
G7
You bankers and buffoons!
Dm C
The liars, the pariahs
F C
You can keep the bloody lot!
Bb C
So, give it over, take a break
Bb Dm C F
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
G7 Bm C
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
Bb F
Here's to one more day above the roses! (x3)
