Youre A Germ

CHORDS:
       G5  B5 A#5   G   A#  C      
E|------------------3---6---3---5-
B|------------------3---6---5---7-
G|------------------4---7---5---7-
D|-----5---9---8----5---8---5---7-
A|-----5---9---8----5---8---3---5-
E|-----3---7---6----3---6---------
  DB
E|--7-| 
B|--7-| 
G|--8-| 
D|--9-| 
A|--9-| 
E|--7-| 


[Intro]
G5     B5     G5    B5


[Verse]
G5                 B5            
George, he rides a bike, to pick 
             G5
her up from school
                          B5
He likes her cause she’s pure
She likes him cause she heard he’s 
G5
cool
         A#5              G5
You’re a germ, twist my insides
          A#5                G5 
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You’re a germ, we're here to fight

G   A# C D  G                  
          ooh  ooh  ooh  ooh    ooh 
   G
 ooh  ooh  ooh
            B                    B
          ooh  ooh  ooh  ooh    ooh 
 ooh  ooh  ooh
            G                     
          ooh  ooh  ooh  ooh    ooh 
G
 ooh  ooh  ooh
            B                    B
          ooh  ooh  ooh  ooh    ooh 
 ooh  ooh  ooh

G5               B5              
This is not exploring, when you 
         G5
are dead inside
                B5                 
What were you before him? Eyes 
             G5
wide! Eyes wide!
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           A#5               G5
Makes me squirm, twist my insides
          A#5
Makes me squirm
              G
We're here to one! two! three! four!
 five! six! seven!


[Chorus]
                     G   D    
You Ain’t going to Heaven (Eyes 
    G        C
wide! Eyes wide!)
                           G    D 
Cause I'm dragging you down to 
       G        C
hell (Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                          G       
Where’s mum and dad so you can 
D        G        C
tell them? (Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                 G            D   
You’re a dodgey fucker as well 
     G        C
(Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)

G5                       B5
 George takes her to the mic
                            G5
plays the same songs every year
                          B5
His leather looks pretty cheap
                             G5
And the clock gives him the fear

          A#5                G5
You’re a creep, twist my insides
          A#5
You’re a creep

  G                            
 We're here to one! two! three! 
 G
four! five! six! seven!


[Chorus]
                     G   D    
You Ain’t going to Heaven (Eyes 
    G        C
wide! Eyes wide!)
                           G    D 
Cause I'm dragging you down to 
       G        C
hell (Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                          G       
Where’s mum and dad so you can 
D        G        C
tell them? (Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                 G            D   
You’re a dodgey fucker as well 
     G        C
(Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)


[Chorus]

                     G   D    
YEAH! You Ain’t going to Heaven 
    G        C
(Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                           G    D 
Cause I'm dragging you down to 
       G        C
hell (Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                          G       
Where’s mum and dad so you can 
D        G        C
tell them? (Eyes wide! Eyes wide!)
                 G            D   
You’re a dodgey fucker as well, 
     G        C
yes you are!
 G       G
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