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 (133111@1)                    Eb (x43121@3)                        Bb (x1333x@1)    
Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
Fm (133111@1)                    Eb (x43121@3)                        Bb (x1333x@1)  
God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on
Fm (133111@1)                    Eb (x43121@3)                        Bb (x1333x@1) 
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Fm (133111@1)                    Eb (x43121@3)                        Bb (x1333x@1) 
Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall


(And they said) 
Cm (x3101x@1)               Bb (x1333x@1)                        DbYou (x43121@1)are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes
Cm (x3101x@1)               Bb (x1333x@1)                 DbYou (x43121@1)are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Cm (x3101x@1)                  Bb (x1333x@1)                 DbThink (x43121@1)you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
Cm (x3101x@1)                      Bb (x1333x@1)                 DbA (x43121@1)volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all


Eb (x43121@3)               Ab (xx1114@1)         Eb (x43121@3)          AbSo (xx1114@1)we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Eb (x43121@3)                Ab (xx1114@1)            Eb (x43121@3)             AbSteal (xx1114@1)flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn


Fm (133111@1)                    Eb (x43121@3)                 Bb (x1333x@1)   
No-one can stop us the script is a work of genius
Fm (133111@1)                         Eb (x43121@3)                    Bb (x1333x@1)
No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
Fm (133111@1)           Eb (x43121@3)                    Bb (x1333x@1)
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Fm (133111@1)                      Eb (x43121@3)                   Bb (x1333x@1)
Directed by spielberg and starring the masochist club


Db (x43121@1)               CMary (x32010@1)you look like hell
Db (x43121@1)                     CStuck (x32010@1)in that ridiculous shell, oh
Ab (xx1114@1)                   EbGive (x43121@3)us some light and god's pure love
Db (x43121@1)                     AbWe (xx1114@1)know what you've been dreaming of
Ab (xx1114@1)                   EbGive (x43121@3)us some light and god's pure love
Db (x43121@1)                     AbWe (xx1114@1)know what you've been dreaming of
Ab (xx1114@1)                   EbGive (x43121@3)us some light and god's pure love
Db (x43121@1)                Fm (133111@1)      EmWe're (022000@1)taking you to Hollywooo-oood

(Fm, E, Eb, Bb, Bbm)

(Holllyyyywoooooddd!)


Eb (x43121@3)                Ab (xx1114@1)            Eb (x43121@3)       AbAnd (xx1114@1)we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Eb (x43121@3)                Ab (xx1114@1)            Eb (x43121@3)             AbSteal (xx1114@1)flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn


Cm (x3101x@1)                 Bb (x1333x@1)                     DbOne (x43121@1)plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes
Cm (x3101x@1)                 Bb (x1333x@1)                 DbOne (x43121@1)plays a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Cm (x3101x@1)                 Bb (x1333x@1)                    DbOne (x43121@1)plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
Cm (x3101x@1)                   Bb (x1333x@1)                        DbOne (x43121@1)plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke


Eb (x43121@3)                 Ab (xx1114@1)        Eb (x43121@3)          AbAnd (xx1114@1)we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Eb (x43121@3)                Ab (xx1114@1)            Eb (x43121@3)             AbSteal (xx1114@1)flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn
Eb (x43121@3)                  Ab (xx1114@1)            Eb (x43121@3)              AbAnd (xx1114@1)we give them good homes give them love they've never known
Eb (x43121@3)                Ab (xx1114@1)            Eb (x43121@3)             AbIn (xx1114@1)the loft in the barn in the town where I was born