Mr Bigmouth Teclado

	  little trumpet part at the end of the Pre-Chorus  


The F chord doesn't sound like it has the Low E, so try playing it without. 

verse 
    Am             G        F        G 
Mr. Bigmouth was born for adventure 
    Am             G          F        G 
Mr. Bigmouth was born to be obeyed 
    Am           G 
A little quality time 
         F           G 
A little white collar crime 
       Am       G                 F           C 
Pretty soon Mr. Bigmouth's little business was made 

verse 
    Am             G           F           G 
Mr. Bigmouth had a mind like a steel trap 
    Am                G              F        G 
He worked it like a well-oiled machine 
    Am               G 
He kept it running all night 
     F            G 
He was doin' all right 
        Am              G                 F           C 
Yeah he kept his little business pretty clean 

Chorus 
       Dm       Am                  Bb 
Oh but how much self-control do you need 
   F                      Dm 
To wrestle with the beast inside? 
            Am            Bb 
When you're crippled with greif 
          F                  Am 
That much weakness you can't hide... 

verse 
    Am             G         F           G 
Mr. Bigmouth was born to be needed 
    Am                G       F        G 
Mr. Bigmouth was born to take control 
       Am                  G 
He was groomed to play the patsy 
         F               G 
It was a dumb job but he enjoyed it 
         Am           G              F            C 
With his stiff little finger for the nasty little whore 

verse 
         Am               G             F           G 
When his lordship's personality started leakin' 
       Am              G        F           G 
He was sworn to do his duty and bring 
        Am         G 
All the ratbags to justice 
F                G               Am 
God save the old school tie, 
                   G                 F           C 
For the honor of a member is looking twisted and obscene 

Chorus 
   Dm            Am             Bb 
So how much self-control do you need 
   F                      Dm 
To wrestle with the beast inside? 
            Am            Bb 
When you're crippled with greif 
          F                  Dm 
That much weakness you can't hide 

Chorus 
           Am                  Bb 
You got to scrounge for inspiration 
           F            Dm 
You got to crawl to the teacher 
            Am                        Bb 
And all the helpless weaklings in the schoolyard 
           F                            Em              G          Em 
You got to stand up for yourself and cut 'em down, 

outro 
G       Em     
(and repeat chords till end of song)