The Fratellis - Doginabag Ukulele

Its my first tab so go easy on me but i think its right.
The timing isn't straight, so hard to tab but listen to the song.  I've tried to put the 
over the words but they are only a rough guide - just go with what sounds right.
This version was tabbed from the acoustic set they played at the Apple store in London 
on itunes!!) and its played very blues-ey so you'll need to change it for the normal version.

"Dog-in-a-bag" by The Fratellis
Standard Tuning

Chords
G;  3,5,5,4,3,3
A#; 6,8,8,7,6,6
C;  8,10,10,9,8,8
C1; x,3,5,5,5,3
A;  5,7,7,6,5,5
D;  x,5,7,7,7,5
D1; 10,12,12,11,10,10
Em; x,7,9,9,8,7
B;  7,9,9,8,7,7

intro
|G       A#  C  |x4

            |G          A#  C           |G           
  A#  C
Well you got it so good,      You live for the action,
|G                 A#  C                  |G         
       A#   C   |C1        A#   C
 Used to be a has-been now you got yourself some satisfaction,
  |C1       A#  C       |G        A#   C    
        A#     C
A dog in a bag and a bone.
              |A#                  |A             D           
|G         A#   C   |G      A#  C |x3
But you're lost in the rain, 21 million miles from home.

           |G            A#   C    |G            
  C
You got brand new shoes, A healthy fixa - tion,
   |G        A#  C       |G         A#  C  |C1        A#   C
An Atomic heart and a two for one education.
        |C1               A#  C         |G         
   C    |G        A#    C
You're breaking my heart all the way.
            |A#                              |A                      
                  |G       A#  C|x2
With yer dog in a bag I need your badness just to get through the day.

|G        A#  C  |x4             |C1      A#   
| x2
|A#       |A  D  |G   A#  C  
     |

              |Em                      |B
Well it's a million o clock. Too hot to sleep,
           |Em                                   |A
A rotten taste in my mouth, And my eyes are deep.
          |C
There's nothing much really going on up here,
    |D
I'm holding on for dear life and one more beer.
 |Em                                |B
I guess you could say it's a sick little show,
  |Em                            |A
A bottle of troubles and a bed full of woe
    |C                          |C
It's easy to see without looking too far,
       |D                                     |D
You'd have to be a saint to be as sick as you are.

|G      A#  C   |x4

      |G           A#     C        |G                
     A#     C
Well, half the world's asleep, The rest of them are dreaming.
|G           A# C     |G              A#    
   C              |C1           A#   C
 God forbid if you forget to close the door as you're leaving.
|C1          A#   C     |G          A#      C
I hate to see you in a bind.
            |A#                           |A                   
       |G        A#  C  |G     A#  C
With yer dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.
            |A#                           |A                   
       |G        A#  C  |G     A#  C
With yer dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.
            |A#                           |A                   
       |G        A#  C   |G     A#  C
With yer dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind
|G      A#    C   |x4