Half Man Half Biscuit - Friday Night And The Gates Are Low, аккорды

Вступление [Intro] G F G F G F G F When I had my loft converted back into a loft G F G The neighbours came around and scoffed and called me retro. F G F But they are the type who never used to go to the match G F G Until the family thing got big in the late eighties. C F C F Dad’s a steward in the stand C F C F Brace of comps in his hand. G F G F New Men run a crèche while home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch G F G In the Lux Familiar cup are rendered pointless. C F C F Stick a burger in my mouth C F C F Shove a seat beneath my arse. C F C F C Buy the shirt and shorts and socks; win the keeper’s sweaty jocks F C F Bb Bb Point a gun down at your foot; am I supposed to be at home? C G F C C Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining G F C Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend. G F G F So you came and went ‘cos on crap three million was spent G F G And if Josh wants a five-man tent there must be forfeits. F G F Star man said bye-bye and now you’re reaching for the sky G F G Sit back, relax and watch us die of entertainment. C F C F Fiancée said that it was fun C F C F Even though the others won. C F C F C I can’t stand any more, ‘cos I can’t stand anymore F C F Bb Bb You were blind but you will see – tonight’s attendance one-two-three. C G F C C Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining G F C Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend. G F C Friday night and I just love complaining G F C Bb C And no, I haven’t got anything better to do.