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heliocentric@breathe.com
25th February 2001, 2.41pm
BILLY HUNT by THE JAM
Written by Paul Weller
From the LP 'All Mod Cons' (Polydor, 1978)
Chords used:
C: x3555x F: 133211
G: 355433 G7sus4: 353533
D: x5777x Am: 577555
A: 577655
E: x7999x
C G D (x2) C G (x2)
C G C
If it's not you moaning then it's someone else,
G C
Jumping down my throat every chance you get,
G C
If it's not you crying then it's probably me,
G A
You're the little dog messing up my tree -
Billy Hunt is a magical world,
D
Full of strippers and long-legged girls,
A
Clark Kent's got nothing on me,
D E
I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong.
A
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
G
Billy Hunt.
C G C
I remember the first day at my job,
G C
I didn't get on too well with the foreman Bob,
G C
Do this, Do that, Don't even stop for a cough,
G A
He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F.
No-one pushes Billy Hunt around,
D
Well they do, but not for long,
A
When I get fit and grow bionic arms,
D (tacet)
The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born -
A
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
A
Billy Hunt.
D G
I could be a Superman
C F G
Satisfy any women that I wanted to,
D G
I could be a human machine,
C F G7sus4 G
I could show Steve Austin a thing or two -
Am E D G Am G C
(guitar solo)
C G (x4)
C G C
If it's not you moaning then it's someone else,
G C
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,
G C
If it's not you crying then it's probably me,
G A
You're the little dog messing up my tree.
No one pushes Billy Hunt around,
D
Well they do, but not for long,
A
When I get fit and grow bionic arms,
D
The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born.
A
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
G
Billy Hunt.
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
Billy Hunt.
Look out!
C G D (x2)
C G D
Billy, Billy Hunt (x6)
C
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