The Courteeners - Sycophant
By Adam Blackburne
(Some lyrics are missing/incorrect)


C#
I'll never dance with a Sycophant
      Bbm        Ab
I'd rather entertain disdain
       C#                             Bbm                Ab
from someone who I love, at least you know where you stand,
                 C# 
you'll never understand

C#/Bbm/Ab x2

C#                                           Bbm
Keep your eyes on your own work son, do your homework son
        Ab         C#
you'll never be undone
             Bbm                       Ab
we're like a father and a son we will never be undone

C#/Bbm/Ab x2


I'll ask you; 
         Bbm
are my clothes alright?
       Fm
Is my hair alright?
        F#                        Ab
You can say what you want cos its what we like
         Bbm                        Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
         F#                       Ab
we could not care less cos we are us not you

C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
              Bbm          Ab                               C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
         Bbm        Ab                           C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend

C#/Bbm/Ab

    C# 
The proofs in the pudding, and the gigs, 
               Bbm                    Ab
you've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix
     C#                     
You flirt with the weather a kneeling knave?
      Bbm                           Ab
Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave

 
          Bbm
are my clothes alright?
       Fm
Is my hair alright?
        F#                        Ab
You can say what you want cos its what we like
         Bbm                        Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
         F#                       Ab
we could not care less cos we are us not you

C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
              Bbm          Ab                               C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
         Bbm        Ab                           C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend


    Bbm
are my clothes alright?
       Fm
Is my hair alright?
        F#                        Ab
You can say what you want cos its what we like
         Bbm                        Fm
we are judged on everything single thing we do
         F#                       Ab
we could not care less cos we are us not you

C#
you say you're clued up i think you're glued up
              Bbm          Ab                               C#
You're seen everywhere in town, but you're never with a friend
         Bbm        Ab                           C#
you know everybodys name, you're the king of pretend

 C#                                     Bbm
You'd rather dance with a Sycophant how do you sleep
       Ab             C#
How do you get Up Get Fucked