G G/F# Em7
Cadd9 G D
G G/F# Em7 
A7 D D7
G G7
C A7
G G/F# Em7 Cadd9 
G D G


[Chorus]

D Cadd9
G G
D Cadd9
G G
D Cadd9
G G
Am C
D D


[Verse]

G                 G/F#     Em7
   Will you still love me,    will you still hug me,
Cadd9       G       D
   When I’m eighty four,
G                 G/F#    Em7
   When I’ve been working    all my life,
A7                      D D7
   And I’m still bloody poor?
G                   G7
   Dust in my lungs,  a broken back,
C                        A7
   Still can’t retire it hurts,
            G         G/F#     Em7         Cadd9
   Well I’m   all for workers’ rights and that,
              G           D      G
   As long as   I don’t have to work,

[Chorus]

D                     Cadd9                                G
   So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
           D                Cadd9                                        G
   To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
           D               Cadd9                              G  
   To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
          Am                            C                        D
   To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for    you.


N.C.
“Don’t send me on another New Deal course, I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss”


[Verse]
G            G/F#          Em7
  Maybe I’ll never shoot a rabbit,
Cadd9           G               D
  Perhaps I’ll never drink champagne,
G            G/F#         Em7
  But that’s alright with me, man,
A7                   D   D7
  I prefer cider anyway,
G               G7
  And I’m happy     doing nothing,
C                         A7
  They tell me it’s all a waste,
            G       G/F#    Em7      Cadd9
But I ain’t   never seen no 3  piece suit,
       G       D      G
With a   smile on his face,


[Chorus]

D                     Cadd9                                G
   So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
           D                Cadd9                                        G
   To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
           D               Cadd9                              G  
   To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
          Am                            C                        D
   To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for    you.


N.C.
“I searched all the newspapers and made my CV, I swear there just ain’t nothing out there”


[Verse]

G        G/F#          Em7
  A 9 to 5,   5 days a week, mate,
Cadd9       G          D
  Is bottom of my list,
G      G/F#               Em7
I just couldn’t live with myself,
A7                                  D     D7
Knowing there was something that I missed,
G                        G7
  So don’t go telling me    “Take it seriously”,
C              A7
  Believe me I do,
G                G/F#    Em7         Cadd9
  But life’s for living,     not for working,
G           D                G
  And I got better things to do,


[Chorus]

D                     Cadd9                                G
   So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
           D                Cadd9                                        G
   To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
           D               Cadd9                              G  
   To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
          Am                            C                        D
   To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for    you.