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Billy Hunt Tab

by Jam


25th February 2001, 2.41pm

BILLY HUNT by THE JAM

Written by Paul Weller

From the LP 'All Mod Cons' (Polydor, 1978)

Chords used:

:  x3555x    :       133211
:  355433    :  353533
:  x5777x    :      577555
:  577655
:  x7999x

   (x2)   (x2)

                                         
 If it's not you moaning then it's someone else,
                                       
Jumping down my throat every chance you get,
                                         
If it's not you crying then it's probably me,
                                   
You're the little dog messing up my tree -


Billy Hunt is a magical world,

 Full of strippers and long-legged girls,

 Clark Kent's got nothing on me,
                            
I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong.

      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      
Billy Hunt.

                              
 I remember the first day at my job,
                                         
I didn't get on too well with the foreman Bob,
                                       
Do this, Do that, Don't even stop for a cough,
                                   
He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F.


No-one pushes Billy Hunt around,

 Well they do, but not for long,

 When I get fit and grow bionic arms,
 (tacet)
 The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born -

      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      
Billy Hunt.

             
 I could be a Superman
                               
 Satisfy any women that I wanted to,
             
 I could be a human machine,
                                      
 I could show Steve Austin a thing or two -

      
(guitar solo)

  (x4)

                                         
 If it's not you moaning then it's someone else,
                                        
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,
                                         
If it's not you crying then it's probably me,
                                   
You're the little dog messing up my tree.


No one pushes Billy Hunt around,

 Well they do, but not for long,

 When I get fit and grow bionic arms,

 The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born.

      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
      
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
      
Billy Hunt.


Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt.

Look out!

   (x2)

                  
 Billy, Billy Hunt     (x6)