Friday Night In Loughborough

(início)

    F                                                   Bb
You walked all the way from The Griffin to The Moon and Bell
      F                                            C
Threw up outside The Curzon and that's the way you fell
    F
And that's how you ripped your tights
        Bb
But you made it back on your feet alright
         F                C                      Bb
With the girl from bakers oven holding back your hair
    F                C                      F
The girl from bakers oven holding back your hair
Verse
    F                                            Bb
The garden had a two for one on beer and I was gone
         F
I picked the fights I couldn't finish
                                C
With a marine from the village, he won
    F
And sometime later on his birthday
   Bb
He made the pages of the Leicester Mercury
       F                  C
Get it out for the lads
                     Bb
Get it up for the British
       F                 C
Get it off for the town
                    F
Let it down for the village
Chorus
                     Bb
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                      F
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C                 Bb                F
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Verse
F
Well we ended up in Eccles
                   Bb
Making lips at the floor
         F                                      C
We'd run out of conversation two Friday nights before
    F
The room was spinning I wasn't dancing
    Bb
The beat was much too old for dancing
   F                C                  Bb
My feet followed my neck and found the door
  F                          C              F
I wish I didn't have to hang out here anymore
Chorus
                     Bb
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
                      F
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
C                 Bb                F
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
(Solo)
Verse
Well you got a lift back home to Walton on the Wolds
With a head like the waltzers, bruises and ashtray clothes
           F
And in the evening when you wake up
              Bb
You will slap make-up on the make-up
         F              C                   Bb
That you slapped on the skin the night before
         F              C                   F
That you slapped on the skin the night before
Chorus
                     Bb
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
                      F
La la la la la la la
(La la la la la la la)
C                 Bb                F
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