I Am Kloot – The Great Escape chords
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----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Great Escape - I Am Kloot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- By: dr_silverrose Originally performed by John Bramwell, the I Am Kloot lead guitar/vocalist, under the name Johnny Dangerously. Can be found on I Am Kloot's Album "B", a B-side compilation album, released 2009. Featured prominently in the 2003 BBC Comedy Early Doors, Series 2, Episode 5. This is a very simple song with standard chords and strumming, easy to learn, fun to sing and play. Standard tuning C x32010 Dm xx0231 G 320033 F xx3211 Capo 4C Dm G CYou were born with football boots and a suntan complexionF Dm GYou once thought that on reflection, I've really got it madeC Dm G CYou shrugged and smiled and made the usual excusesF Dm G CYou suffered small abuses, and settled for their payF Dm G CYou want to learn to live like an aristocratF Dm GBut your girlfriend's earrings well they soon put pay to thatF Dm G Cand if the whole world came crashing, down around your earsF Dm GYou could dream of stucco wallpaper and crystal chandeliersC Dm G CYou cashed in your cards, you want to buy some glamourF Dm GYou really are enamoured, with that new soap on a ropeC Dm G CA thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clericsF Dm GThey got you in hysterics, and walked off with your soulF Dm G Cand with that cheapskate, royalty, you get your flag and waveF Dm GWell I've seen you on TV grinning at the motorcadeF Dm GCPretty soon we'll hang the traitors, we'll string them up like drapesF Dm GAnd I'll ride around like Steve McQueen in The Great EscapeC Dm G CYou hung around too long, your mother read your lettersF Dm GYou grinned like a go-getter, come and got and goneC Dm G CThe time the morning slips, blends into the wallpaperF Dm Gand once you could escape her, but where did you go wrongF Dm G Cand your father's at the factory that makes money selling gunsF Dm GThat fought the wars that spent the lives of other peoples sonsF Dm GCPretty soon we'll hang the traitors, we'll string them up like drapesF Dm GAnd I'll ride around like Steve McQueen in The Great EscapeC Dm G CYou were born with football boots and a suntan complexionF Dm G CYou once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it madeF Dm G CYou once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it madeF Dm GCYou once thought that on reflection, oh yeah, I've really got it made