A  A                  D       F#m
   Did you see the stylish kids in the riot 

Bm                              G   G     G  G   
Shovelled up like muck, and set the night on fire.

        D                     F#m
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields,

           G              A
You know I cherish you my love.

              D                   F#m
But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town,

Bm                           G    G   G    G 
Caught round the houses with your trousers down.

G G    D            F#m              G              A
A head rush, in (Shepherd's) Bush, you know I cherish you my love.

          G              A        A  A  G#  G
Oh, how I cherish you my love,

                     Gm
Tell me what can you want, now you've got it all.

D                 D7                      G                  E       
Ah the scene is obscene, time'll strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean,

              D            F#m
He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up,

             Bm                          G    G   G  G     G
And it's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood an

G     D                   F#m   G                   A
It's all, it's all in my hands, and it's all up the walls.

        D                           F#m        
All the stale chips are up, and the hope stakes are down,

          Bm                    G     G    G    G     G  
It's these ignorant faces, that bring this town down.

G D                       F#m
I sighed, and sunken with pride,

  G                        A
I passed myself down on my knees,

      G                        A      A  A  G#  G 
Yes I passed myself down on my knees,

                         Gm                      D   
Now tell me what can you want, see you've got it all.

                     D7 
The whole scene is obscene,

                    G                 E
Time will strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean.

                 D            F#m 
He knows there's fewer more distressing sights,

                Bm               G   G    G    
Then that of an English man in a baseball cap.

G   G     D                        F#m
Now we'll die in the class we were born,

             G                    A
And that's a class of our own, my love.

  G                    A
A class of our own, my love.

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|Solo|
   D       F#m     Bm       G     
e|--------------------------------------|
B|---7-5-7---7-5-7---7-5-7--8-8-8-8-7-5-|
G|-7-------6-------4--------------------|
D|--------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------|

   D       F#m     G           A
e|---------------------------------------|
B|---7-5-7---7-5-7--------5-7--8-8-8-8-5-|
G|-7-------6-------44--77----------------|
D|---------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------|

   D             F#m         Bm              G 
e|-----------------------------7--5------------1-1-1-1-0-|
B|-------3---3---6-5-3-3---3---------6--5--3-------------|
G|---2-4---4---4---------4---4---------------4-----------|
D|-4-----------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------|

   G                         F#m                 G               A
e|------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3---------------------77777777-88888888-7|
G|---4---4---4---4---4---4------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------4-3-2-0---0---0------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------2---2---2----------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------------------|

D       F#m     Bm       G F#m 
Aaaaaaa Aaaaaaa Aaaaaaa  
 
D       F#m       G A 
Aaaaaaa Aaaaaaa  
 
                D       F#m 
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot 
Bm 
Shovelled up like muck 
G (igual ao primeiro verso)
Set the night on fire 
   F#m  D                    F#m 
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields 
           G              A 
You know I cherish you my love 
      G              A 
And I cherish you my love.