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by The Courteeners


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Bide Your Time
The Courteeners
15 December 2008
Standard tuning - EADGBE

Intro:
               
               

Verse 0:
                                                                 
  The temptation is all too great and now it's gone and it's all too late.
                                                                  
I tried and I tried, I never applied any of the morals that I wish I had.

Fill 1:
                
               

Verse 1:
                                                              
  You wait fifty-one weeks through all your hides and all of your seeks.
                                                          
When the time finally arrives,   it dawns on me attention derives

Prechorus 1:
                            
from the girlfriend that you left at home,
                           
sitting in your living room all alone.

Chorus 1:
                                                                       
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                                                           
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, well, they do my head in.
                                                            
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
                                                  
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
         ()                         ()        
  Are you scared to be proud?   How can that still be?
                                
Come and sing your   heart out with me.

Fill 2:
                
               

Verse 2:
                                                              
  But if you   bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line.
                                                          
It won't be long before her sarong is lying on your bathroom floor.


Prechorus 2:
                                        
But what about the   girlfriend that you left at home,
                          
sitting in her living room all alone.

Chorus 2:
                                                                       
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                                                           
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, well, they do my head in.
                                                            
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
                                                  
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
        ()                         ()          
  How is that still allowed?   Are you scared to be proud?
                           
When you're on cloud number   nine.

Fill 3:
                
               

Prechorus 3:
                       
  And the girlfriend you left at home,
                           
sitting in your living room all alone.

Chorus 3:
                                                                       
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                                                             
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, they fuckin' do my head in.
                                                            
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
                                                  
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
         ()                        ()          
  Are you scared to be proud?   How is that still allowed?
                           
When you're on cloud number   nine.

Outro:
                
               
               
               


NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
    Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
 

Bide Your Time
The Courteeners
15 December 2008
Capo 7th fret

Intro:
               
               

Verse 0:
                                                                 
  The temptation is all too great and now it's gone and it's all too late.
                                                                  
I tried and I tried, I never applied any of the morals that I wish I had.

Fill 1:
                
               

Verse 1:
                                                              
  You wait fifty-one weeks through all your hides and all of your seeks.
                                                          
When the time finally arrives,   it dawns on me attention derives

Prechorus 1:
                            
from the girlfriend that you left at home,
                           
sitting in your living room all alone.

Chorus 1:
                                                                       
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                                                           
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, well, they do my head in.
                                                            
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
                                                  
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
         ()                         ()        
  Are you scared to be proud?   How can that still be?
                                
Come and sing your   heart out with me.

Fill 2:
                
               

Verse 2:
                                                              
  But if you   bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line.
                                                          
It won't be long before her sarong is lying on your bathroom floor.


Prechorus 2:
                                        
But what about the   girlfriend that you left at home,
                          
sitting in her living room all alone.

Chorus 2:
                                                                       
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                                                           
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, well, they do my head in.
                                                            
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
                                                  
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
        ()                         ()          
  How is that still allowed?   Are you scared to be proud?
                           
When you're on cloud number   nine.

Fill 3:
                
               

Prechorus 3:
                       
  And the girlfriend you left at home,
                           
sitting in your living room all alone.

Chorus 3:
                                                                       
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                                                             
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, they fuckin' do my head in.
                                                            
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
                                                  
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
         ()                        ()          
  Are you scared to be proud?   How is that still allowed?
                           
When you're on cloud number   nine.

Outro:
                
               
               
               


NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
    Chords in brackets fall mid-bar