Teenage Years chords by Tim Minchin

Intro:
Am                 F
I'm sneaking out tonight
            Ddim7                        E7       Am
Through the warmth of the night air I'll pedal my bike
         F                          C
From the house where my parents are sleepin'
       G                           E
To the house of my rich mate whose folks are in Sweden

Am                 F
I'm getting drunk again
     Ddim7              E7          Am
On a deadly cocktail of booze and Cobain
F                     C
I'll reach Nirvana by one
         Dm            C/E       F    F#dim G
'Cause tonight my Teen Spirit is Bundaberg  Rum

Chorus:
C            G/C        F/C      C
I've got the fingers of one hand wrapped 'round
    F/C       C         G/C          C
The neck of a bottle of Jim Beam and Cola
    C              G/C        F/C              C
The fingers of the other hand stuffed down the pants of my
Dm                                 C/E
Best friend's ex-girlfriend, or my ex-best friend's girlfriend
      F               D/F#           G
Or my ex-girlfriend's best friend... Who gives a toss?
       Fmaj7                 C/E
'Cause gently molesting your peers
     Eb6          Dm7       Dbmaj7
It's all part and parcel of your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj7
years                 Your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj
years.

Verse 1:
  F#         Gmaj7         F#           Gmaj7
Tonight my assignment's to steal a stop sign
         F#       Gmaj7           F#          Gmaj7
It's not really a crime, I'm just freeing the streets
  F#           Gmaj7       F#         Gmaj7
Tonight I will gaze at the stars, be amazed at how far
F#        Gmaj7        F#           Gmaj7
Far, far away they all are, gee I'm deep

Chorus:
C            G/C        F/C      C
I've got the fingers of one hand wrapped round
    F/C         C             G/C           C
The handle of a coffee mug of warm Southern Comfort
    C              G/C        F/C                 C
The fingers of the other hand struggling with the bra strap of a
Dm                              C/E
Young girl called Sharlene, who said she was 16
    F               D/F#         G
She looks more like 12, but then who gives a toss?
       Fmaj7                C/E
'Cause undoing training brassieres
   Eb6        Dm7         Dbmaj7
Is one of the pleasure of your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj7
years                 Your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj
years.

Verse 2:
    F#          Gmaj7        F#          Gmaj7
The guy sitting next to me's offering me LSD
F#       Gmaj7      F#        Gmaj7
I try my best to be funky but firm
F#          Gmaj7       F#            Gmaj7
I tell him "not for me, I've just ate KFC,
  F#        Gmaj7        F#       Gmaj7
I never mix Chicken with hallucinogens"

Chorus:
C            G/C        F/C      C
I've got the fingers of one hand stroking the
F/C       C           G/C        C
Hair of a girl with a faulty gag reflex
    C              G/C        F/C                 C
The fingers of the other hand struggling with the wrapper
     Dm                   C/E
Of a strawberry flavoured novelty condom
F       D/F#       G
I never realized vaginas could taste
    Fmaj7                   C/E
But learning to use all the gear
   Eb6        Dm7        Dbmaj7
Is one of the missons of your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj7
years                 Your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj
years.

Verse 3:
F#           Gmaj7           F#                Gmaj7
Looking out across the Swan, glistening in the rising sun
F#             Gmaj7         F#            Gmaj7
I have got the whole goddamn world at my feet
       F#            Gmaj7       F#             Gmaj7
In the beauty of the day-break I can't help but contemplate
    F#           Gmaj7         F#            Gmaj7
The nature of my maths project due in next week

Chorus:
C            G/C        F/C      C
I've got the fingers of one hand pressed to
    F/C          C            G/C    C
The pulse of the heartbeat of my generation
        C              G/C        F/C                C
And the fingers of the other hand wrapped 'round the shaft of the
Dm                   C/E
Pulsating knob of my teenage pretension
     F             D/F#      G
If I don't write a poem, I'm going to explode
    Fmaj7         C/E
But masturbatory ideas
    Eb6       Dm7          Dbmaj7
Are hard to repress during your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  Dbmaj7
years                 Your teenage...
Cmaj7  Dbmaj7  Cmaj7  G/B
years.

Outro:
Am                 Fmaj7
I'm sneaking home again
Ddim7                           E7            Am
Pedalling through the mist of a light morning rain
       F                        C
Like a bird flying back to it's cage
    Bdim7                     E7
I'm trapped in what seems an eternal teenage

  Am                      Fmaj7
I ride towards the rising sun
   Ddim7                 E7       Am
As free as the lyrics of Jim Morrison
        F                    C
I'll be back in bed by six o'clock
            Dm        C/E          F           G
There'll be plenty of time to dash one off the wrist
       Dm           Bdim7 G7
Before Dad comes to wake   me
Cmaj7 Dbmaj7 Cmaj7 Dbmaj7
up
Cmaj7 Dbmaj7 C