Tim Minchin - Teenage Years Chords

[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