For the (Eb Eb4 Eb) sections, the notes are Bb, Ab, G but for those who prefer chords, I thought it would be easier to write them up as such. Eb5 ( Eb5 Eb5 Eb5 ) Nothing ruins comedy like arenas Eb5 ( Eb5 Eb5 Eb5 ) That is a well established fact Eb5 But your enjoyment is not as important ( Eb5 Eb5 Eb5 ) as my self-esteem is Eb5 My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back C5 Bb5 But i'm quite famous now Eb5 Suck my balls C5 Bb5 I've sold my tickets, my job is done, Eb5 Fuck you all C5 Bb5 Ab5 Eb5 Who cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me F5 Ab5 Bb5 And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDs Eb5 C#5 So bring it on, bring it on Ab5 Bb5 Fuck the (punters?), bring it on Eb5 , C#5 Ab5 Bb5 I am a rockstar motherfucker, and I won't be one for long Eb5 C#5 So bring it on, bring it on Ab5 You gotta make hay in the shining sun Eb5 C#5 Ab5 Bb5 You gotta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down C5 Bb5 Ab5 Eb5 But I'm trapped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this C5 Bb5 And wearing baseball caps to hide my face, Ab5 Eb5 so the (paps?) don't snatch my kids Ab5 C5 F5 C5 All I ever wanted was, to sing my little songs F5 Ab5 Bb5 Eb5 But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag, and overweight in Cosmopoliton C#5 Ab5 So bring it on, before too long my wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone Eb5 C#5 Ab5 And i'll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the Bb5 (Can't hear) Eb5 C#5 Ab5 So bring it on, bring it on, found the hookers, stop the bombs Eb5 C#5 Ab5 Bb5 I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking orchestra, I can do what I fucking want C5 Bb5 Ab5 Eb5 I thought fame would make me happy, but she's a fickle cheap romance F5 Ab5 G5 No-one even listens to my lyrics, they just wanna see me dance C5 Bb5 Ab5 All the real stars are hanging in bars C5 Bb5 Ab5 Hanging out in bars C5 Bb5 Ab5 All the real stars are hanging out in bars C5 Bb5 C5 Hanging out in bars C5 G5 Bars, bars Sorry i don't know all the lyrics.
