Mark Lemhouse – Bastard chords

[Verse 1]
EStanding by the jukebox, drinking a mojoto,
     Awith my libido and bean burrito,
E                               B7I hate this bar, but I love the alcohol.
EBartender said I had too much,
    Ayou know that pissed me off a touch,
       E       B7                   Ei sais "Buddy, you don't know me at all"

[Chorus]
Eyou're a bastard, can't you see,
Ayou keep on bugging me,
E                         B7your really getting on my nerves.
Ethese old blues they got to go,
Aand no one likes you don't you know,
E            B7                   EIm no saint, but i think you're a bastard.

[Verse 2]
EThis guy cuts the front of the checkout line,
  AI guess he really needed that box of wine,
   E                     B7Its 9am and he's already plastered.
ESo I leaned over and hit the intercom,
AI said "Ground Control to Major Tom,
E                   B7                    EAttention shoppers, you're all a bunch of bastards.

[Chorus]
Eyou're a bastard, can't you see,
Ayou keep on bugging me,
E                         B7your really getting on my nerves.
Ethese old blues they got to go,
Aand no one likes you don't you know,
E            B7                   EIm no saint, but i think you're a bastard.

[Verse 3]
EGot a bill collector of the phone,
AI'm watching the game man, leave me alone,
E                                         B7Tried to cut him off but he keeps talking faster,
ETold ya twenty times the check's in the mail,
AYou got to believe me I remember it well,
E                               B7             Ecause when I signed the thing I made it out to Bastard.

[Chorus]
Eyou're a bastard, can't you see,
Ayou keep on bugging me,
E                         B7your really getting on my nerves.
Ethese old blues they got to go,
Aand no one likes you don't you know,
E            B7                   EIm no saint, but i think you're a bastard.

[Slows]
ESoccer mom in an SUV
ATalking on the phone, she don't see me,
E                         B7I'm on the way to meet my master.
ENorth bound truck in a southbound lane,
Adrove through my body like an ol freight train.
E                 B7         EDead in my tracks...you're a bastard.

[Chorus]
Eyou're a bastard, can't you see,
Ayou keep on bugging me,
E                         B7your really getting on my nerves.
Ethese old blues they got to go,
Arolling on over to Kokimo,
E            B7                   EIm no saint, but i think you're a bastard.

[Outro]
EYou win the spelling bee,
A
B.A.S.T.A.R.D
E                          B7You're really getting on my nerves.
EBastard. 100 percent.
AMight as well run for President,
E                 B7The votes are in, looks like you win
    EFor Bastard.

E             B7             ENow everybody knows you're a bastard.
E                   B7           ENo matter where you go, you're a bastard.