Nothing Ruins Comedy chords by Tim Minchin

Chords with lyrics

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Nothing ruins comedy like arenas
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 That is a well established fact
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But your enjoyment is not as important
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as my self-esteem is
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My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back
       C minorCm     Bb majorBb
But i'm quite famous now
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Suck my balls
       C minorCm         Bb majorBb
I've sold my tickets, my job is done,
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Fuck you all
        C minorCm  Bb majorBb          AbAb
  Eb MajorEb
Who cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me
    FF           AbAb     Bb majorBb
And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDs
      EbmEbm     C#C#
So bring it on, bring it on
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Fuck the (punters?), bring it on
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I am a rockstar motherfucker, and I won't be one for long
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So bring it on, bring it on
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You gotta make hay in the shining sun
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   Bb majorBb
You gotta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down
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      Eb MajorEb
But I'm trapped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this
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And wearing baseball caps to hide my face,
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so the (paps?) don't snatch my kids
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All I ever wanted was, to sing my little songs
      FF             AbAb      Bb majorBb    EbmEbm
But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag, and overweight in Cosmopoliton
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So bring it on, before too long my wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone
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And i'll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the
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(Can't hear)
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So bring it on, bring it on, found the hookers, stop the bombs
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     Bb majorBb
I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking orchestra, I can do what I fucking want
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I thought fame would make me happy, but she's a fickle cheap romance
      FF                AbAb      G+G
No-one even listens to my lyrics, they just wanna see me dance

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All the real stars are hanging in bars
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Hanging out in bars
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All the real stars are hanging out in bars
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Hanging out in bars
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Bars, bars