From: [email protected]
Date: Wed, 11 Oct 1995 21:42:36 -0400
Subject: bab’s uvula who? by green day
Bab’s Uvula Who?
Intro:
B A C
Verse:
D D D A C
D D D A C
D D D
I’ve got a knack for fucking everything up.
A C
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
D D D
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.
A C
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
D D D
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall.
A C
L self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
D D D
Petulance and irritation sets in.
A C
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Chorus:
D A B
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
D A B
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
D A B
L self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
D A B
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Verse:
D D D
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.
A C
Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up.
D D D
Killed my composure and it will never come back.
A C
Loss of control and l get myself all wound up.
D D D
Blown out of proportion again.
A C
My temper snaps and l get all wound up.
D D D
Spontaneous combustion, panic attack.
A C
I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.