Basically, I will transcribe the chord progression. This song is so strange
because it changes keys and because of all the different instruments in it.
Please escuse me if the lyrics are screwed up, it is so difficult to
understand what he is saying. Oh, well, here it is:
Am Dm
He~s just a stereotype
Am Dm
He drinks his aging wines
Am Dm
He has girls every night
C B E
And he doesn~t really exist
Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm C B E
Aaah....
F E
He spends his weekends with whatever floats
F E
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
F E
He wants to stay out, he doesn~t want to go home
C C# D
Till his prickly fingers are stuck down his throat
Dm G
He~s just a stereotype
C#m F#
He drinks his aging wines
Cm F
He drives home pissed at night
Eb Bb C
And he listens to this ever hour
Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm C B E
Aaah....
F E
He drank his fiancee when he went his peak
F E
The doctor said no drink for seventeen weeks
F E
He wants to go out but he has to stay home
C C# D
So he watches colour TV on his own
Dm G
He~s just a stereotype
C#m F#
He drinks his aging wines
Cm F
He drives home pissed at night
Eb Bb C
And he listens to his stereo
Am
B* B* B* B* B*
The toplets are finished
B* C* D* C* B*
The cure is complete
B* A* B* A* G* A* G* A* G* F* E*
He hasn~t had a drink for se-ve-en-teen weeks
B* B* B* B* B* B* C* D* C* B*
Se-venteen punks to li-mit his night
B* A* B* A* G* A* G* A* G* F* E*
Goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight
F E
The polices chase him through a dark rainy night
F E
The rest of... with flashing lights
F E
His mom~s waking up, she hopes he~s alright
C C# D
But he~s wrapped round the lampost on Saturday night
Dm G
He~s just a stereotype
C#m F#
He drinks his aging wines
Cm F
He has girls every night
Eb Bb C
And he doesn~t really exist
Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm C B E
Aaah....
About the bridge, I think I am pretty close. It is just too weird. Anyway,
to make this more understandable, here i the way how I play the chords:
(This is just the basic transcription. I hope I came close to the actual
song. I know the lyrics did not come that close but oh well. Comments,
criticisms, praises, feel free to email. Bye-bye)
