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
