This is simplified version, I just worked it out on ukulele, and it's probably not 
perfect, but it sounds resonably close to the song. 


Fm                      Eb                          Bb      
Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
Fm                      Eb                          Bb    
God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on
Fm                      Eb                          Bb   
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Fm                      Eb                          Bb   
Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall


(And they said) 
Cm                 Bb                          C#
You are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes
Cm                 Bb                   C#
You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Cm                    Bb                   C#
Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
Cm                        Bb                   C#
A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all


Eb                 Ab           Eb            Ab
So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Eb                  Ab              Eb               Ab
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn


Fm                      Eb                   Bb     
No-one can stop us the script is a work of genius
Fm                           Eb                      Bb  
No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
Fm             Eb                      Bb  
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Fm                        Eb                     Bb  
Directed by spielberg and starring the masochist club


C#                 C
Mary you look like hell
C#                       C
Stuck in that ridiculous shell, oh
Ab                     Eb
Give us some light and god's pure love
C#                       Ab
We know what you've been dreaming of
Ab                     Eb
Give us some light and god's pure love
C#                       Ab
We know what you've been dreaming of
Ab                     Eb
Give us some light and god's pure love
C#                  Fm        Em
We're taking you to Hollywooo-oood

(Fm, E, Eb, Bb, Bbm)

(Holllyyyywoooooddd!)


Eb                  Ab              Eb         Ab
And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Eb                  Ab              Eb               Ab
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn


Cm                   Bb                       C#
One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes
Cm                   Bb                   C#
One plays a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Cm                   Bb                      C#
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
Cm                     Bb                          C#
One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke


Eb                   Ab          Eb            Ab
And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Eb                  Ab              Eb               Ab
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn
Eb                    Ab              Eb                Ab
And we give them good homes give them love they've never known
Eb                  Ab              Eb               Ab
In the loft in the barn in the town where I was born