Difficulty
Intermediate 💪
Rate for accuracy
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Verse 1: Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Up where we live we’ve got everything, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 We’ve got a cuckoo and a nightingale, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 We’ve got a shop and chapel and a boozer A D F# And a little jail. Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 We’ve got a brain-sick witch and a cricket pitch, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 We’ve got a pump and a duck pond here, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 A vicar and a blacksmith and a local idiot G F# Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm And a brigadier, a frigging brigadier. Bridge 2: G F# Bm Let the caravans come G A D let the charabancs roll! G F# Bm Tripping our hills, picking our daffodils C# F# Getting stuck in our holes. We don’t care.
Verse 2: Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 We don’t mind trippers and scouts and ramblers, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 They can come and stand in the rain all day. Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 They give us money and beer and a right good belly laugh, A D F# Then they go away. Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 But who pins medals on the chests of our children? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Who pins a rose on our biggest pig’s ear? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Who pins a little red poppy on our cenotaph? G F# Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm A brigadier, a frigging brigadier. Bridge 2: G F# Bm Let the bearded wonders come. G A D Whether we like or not G F# Bm They squat in the cottages of our ancestors C# F# Making bloody pottery! We don’t care. Verse 3: Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 We get drunk, we get rowdy, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 And we get nicked when the flatfeet come; Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 How are we judged? By whose almighty A D F# Finger and thumb? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Not by Bacchus’s, not by Jupiter’s. Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Not by Solomon’s. We’re summonsed to appear Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Underneath the beak of his week-a-day worship G F# Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm A brigadier, a frigging brigadier. Bridge 3: G F# Bm Let the rain-god come, G A D spitter and spat and spout. G F# Bm At least he’s a god who is impartial: C# F# He waggles it about. We don’t care. Verse 4: Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 On a Sunday when the vicar admonishes our wickedness Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Whose “Amen” resounds down the aisle? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Who reads the Sermon on the Mount with a Holy A D F# Ghost of a smile? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Who takes the wine? Who takes the biscuit? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Who brings the plate? Who bends the ear? Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Singing of his hopes for a new Jerusalem, G F# Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm A brigadier, a frigging brigadier. Bridge 4: G F# Bm Let God’s pale archangel G A D the Grim Reaper come; G F# Bm He can hack my bones, he can step upon my gravestone, C# F# He can kiss my bum. I don’t care. Verse 5: Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 If he wants my chimneys, if he wants my acres, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 If he wants my trout, if he wants my grouse, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 If he wants gold and silver titbits, A D F# He’s got the wrong house. Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 He can rattle my latch, bang my knocker, Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 There’s not one whit of a titbit here; Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Go tap with his dainty sickle on the windowpane G F# Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 Bm Of the brigadier, The frigging brigadier.
The Brigadier Chords Info
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Difficulty: Intermediate 💪
Chords: Bm, F#m7, A, D, F#, G, C#