The Whitlams

Sydney 2000 Olympic Theme(Chords)

The Whitlams

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|F#      |Abm       |B    Bbm|Ebm7    C# 
 
F#             
No head for breakfast 
Abm             B 
The car wouldn't start 
       Bbm           Ebm7 
The train was really full 
      C# 
No he didn't want to work 
F# 
The houses all the same 
Abm            B 
Now here's the rain 
    Bbm 
Not falling 
     Ebm7                C# 
It's collapsing at his feet 
F# 
Deep breath and Bundy's on 
Abm                    B 
With a raincoat on his arm 
                         F# 
He wishes the hours would disappear 
 
A              Ab 
The trip's in vain, 'cause awaiting him : 
Fm                     Bbm 
A layoff notice and his severance pay 
Fm                      Bbm          Ebm7 
He shuffles back to the train again 
F#             Bbm       
You've gotta love this city 
 
F# 
For days he lies in bed 
Abm 
Nothing in his head 
B      Bbm           Ebm7               C# 
Enough Oprah, time to rise and take 'em on 
     F#  
So he tracks on, tracks on into town 
Abm 
He's never down  
B         Bbm            Ebm7          C# 
When he's walking one in a hundred in a crowd 
        F#                         
Yeah the girls are pretty and the lights are bright 
         Abm 
And it's truth and dare all in the one big night 
B                    F# 
He really loves his city 
 
A                Ab 
Holding court at Taylor Square proper 
Fm               Bbm 
The man he could become 
Fm               Bbm 
Lee is full as a bum now 
Ebm7       F#             Bbm 
Seven holy parcels by his side 
Ebm7 F#         Bbm             Ebm7 
Yeah, you gotta love this city 
 F#       Bbm 
You gotta love this city 
 
 
 
 F# 
He walks along the foreshore 
 Abm 
He's got a bottle  
B        Bbm                    Ebm7 
And he shrugs in time with the water 
C# 
The water loves him 
F# 
He can take no car 
Abm               B 
He won't miss his job 
B                  F# 
At least he's got the city 
 
 
A               Ab 
It was busy everywhere he went 
            Fm              Bbm 
There was a crowd over the bay 
      Fm            Bbm 
And a fireworks display 
        Ebm7                 F#                      Bbm 
'It's all very strange for a Thursday night' thought he 
         Ebm7               F# 
And it dawns on him as a cracker explodes 
         Bbm 
And who the hell is he going to blame ? 
   Ebm7               F# 
It dawns on him, the horror  
           Bbm 
We got the Olympic Games 
Ebm7  F#         Bbm 
      You gotta love this city 
Ebm7    F#               Bbm 
For its body and not its brain 
                      Ebm7    F#      
And he screams : 'My city is a whore' 
     Bbm 
It's opened its legs to the world 
 Ebm7                  F# 
Jumped up and down in pastel shirts 
    Bbm 
And lathered up thinking about designs for t-shirts 
Ebm7    F#               Bbm 
You gotta love this city 
Ebm7    F#               Bbm 
For its body and not its brain 
 
 
             Ebm7 
{You used to love this city} 
 F#                        Bbm 
{Love this city, used to love this city} 
             Ebm7 
{You used to love this city} 
 F#                        Bbm 
{Love this city, used to love this city} 
             Ebm7 
{He used to love this city} 
 F#                         Bbm 
{Love this city, for its body and not its brain} 
             Ebm7 
{He used to love this city} 
 F#                         Bbm 
{Love this city, for its body and not its brain} 
 
          Ebm7             F# 
And it's more than he can take 
         Bbm 
And the star's reflection breaks 
         Ebm7 
He's had enough  
       F#m               Bbm 
And he sinks to the bottom. 
 
 
 
Transcribed by Tim Byron  
             & Dan Meijer  

	        

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