Composição: Tim MinchinColaboração e revisão: Dennis Siqueira
E Ab This is a song for Phil Daoust: A occasional Guardian Newspaper C B journal-oust. E Ab I never ever ever mentioned your name, A or the review that you wrote, when B I was new to this game. C#m C#m/C But now the time has come, C#m/B I think I've dealt with my feelings C#m/Bb at last. F#m I really wanna forgive ya Phil, B yeah I wanna put the past in the A B past-a E Ab Oh and as this is such a big tour, A I thought I outta take the C B opportunity. E 'Cause there's a pretty good chance Ab somebody out there will know you, A B Maybe they would pass on a message for me. C#m C#m/C Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, C#m/B occasional Guardian Newspaper C#m/Bb journal-oust, F#m That it's been three years since you wrote it, Abm and time is very healing. A But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid faceB and make your children watch while I force you to eat them. A B Yeah I wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat. E B Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, C#m Abm This is my Phil Doust Song, A E Everybody sing along, A La la la la la la la, B I hope one of your family' members E dies. B Phil, Ding Dang Dong. C#m Abm I've written you this special song, A E to help you get the attention - A B you obviously, desperately lack. E Ab And I know that you're a smart man, A C B and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard- E Ab To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual A tantrums in the supermarket isles B of your self-regard. C#m C#m/C Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I C#m/B C#m/Bb know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust. F#m While a deadlines always looming, Abm and the pressure to be entertaining. A So maybe you should quit and get a B A job that you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt. E B Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, C# Abm This is my Phil Doust Song, A E Everybody sing along, A Tra la la la la la la, B I hope something you love catches on E fire. B Phil, Ding Dang Dong. C#m Abm I've written you this special song, A E to show how far I've come along - A B in my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback. You fucking poo-face.