E
You can thank your lucky stars
E
Of Saturn Jupiter and Mars
E                           A
That I don't know your home address
A                               E
Because I'll be round to make a mess
E
To stick your sofa in the hall
E
And rip the trophies off your wall
E                               A
For all the rubbish that you've sold
A                        E
In silver, plantinum and gold
E
All the clever, bloody clever
E
Poor pathetic poetry
E                 A
Never ever bloody ever
A                       E
Did bloody anything for me
E
I want to film you in soft focus
E
And patronise you when you're poor
E                            A
For all the faithful and the hopeless
A                             E
And all the girls you've used before

[Chorus]

E            Am
Bring on the girls
D               G     E
Those beautiful girls
E           Am
Broadcasting live
D             G
All over the world
E             Am
From exotic locations
    D       G    E
In heavy rotation
E                 Am
For your further titillation
D            B7
Bring on the girls


E
Bring 'em on, bring 'em on
E
To make up for the song
E                     Am
With it's ridiculous verse, verse, verse
Am                  E
And a chorus that's worse, worse, worse

[Solo]

Em  Am  Em  Am  E

[Chorus]

Em           Am
Bring on the girls
Am               D
Those beautiful girls
 D          G
Broadcasting live
G           Em
All over the world
Em          Am
From exotic locations
Am        D
In heavy rotation
D                G
For your further titillation
G     Em
World domination
Em                Am
I don't care if I live or die
Am        D
I've got CBS and EE 
D                            G        E
And Lionel Ritchie keeps me satisfied
E
Don't bring down the government
E
Just bring on the girls