E  Em(maj7)      A              E
Tortilla chips  are on my  lips
     Em(maj7)           A                    E
And no one's   pressed    Against my hips
Em(maj7)           A           E             E  Em(maj7)    E  Em(maj7)
Bad beat poet late at night 
E     Em(maj7)    A               E
The city gets bright I can't see
   Em(maj7)       A                   E
The neon lights don't work on me
  Em(maj7)        A               E     E   Em(maj7)  E   Em(maj7)
I am no watcher in the   fight 
Bm       G               Bm                  G                  Bm      
 Charlie says nobody's   got the strange and hidden power      and
                G                       Bm              G       Bm      G  F#    
No one is really beautiful They're all just  mediocre  men of the hour 
                
E   Em(maj7) x 2
(same chords than 1st verse)
E Em(maj7)            A             E
  If sex was love I'd be so set
 I'd know the most that we could get
 I never had the tits and ass
 To go and take a master class 
 Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
 No one is really beautiful
 They're all just mediocre men of the hour
 Mediocre models of the hour
 Mediocre men
 Mediocre men 
        A                       B                     C                   D
        You take me places and you make cool faces when our sex erases
the lonely past and
  A                     B                C                          D
You found me when I was first and ten  against eleven men who could kick
my ass
        C#m              F#m        Am          E     Em(maj7)      E   Em(maj7)
But anyway, it's probably     gonna pass 
                 I do not know but it's been said
                 The hero Hogan was found dead
                 With something wrapped around his head
                 The price he paid was more than bread 
                 Charlie's says nobody's got the strange and hiddenpower and 
                 No one is really beautiful
                 No one is really beautiful
                 No one is really beautiful
                 They're all just mediocre men of the hour
                 They're all just mediocre jokers of the hour 
                 If what you're looking for is an action star
                 I'm a superstar stud with a formula car
                 And cleft in my chin and a facial scar, movin' hard
                 If a squeaky wheel gets the grease
                 I'm a road hog Harley on my hands and my knees
                 I'm begging for your love please 
                 No one is really beautiful
                 No one is really beautiful
                 No one is really beautiful
                 No one is really beautiful
                 No one is really beautiful
                 They're all just mediocre men of the hour
                 Mediocre men of the hour
                 Mediocre models of the hour