Bad Cover Version, by Pulp on WE LOVE LIFE album.
Now we can all do our own bad cover versions.
(Martin Hollingham [email protected])
--------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------
This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation
of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship,
or research.
Corrections, modifications,enhancements, comments welcome.
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Intro D/Dmaj7 Em/Em7 A/A6 X2
VERSE 1
[D]The word's on the street: y[Em]ou've found someone ne[A]w.
[D]If he looks nothing like me[Em] I'm so happy for y[A]ou.
[C]I heard an old gi[A]rlfriend has turn[D]ed to the[F#] church -
[C]she's trying to r[A]eplace me, but it'll never w[D]ork.
'Cos every touch reminds y[Bm]ou of just how sweet it could have been
[Em]And every time he kisses you it [G]leaves behind the
bitter taste of saccharine. [D]
VERSE 2
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
CHORUS
(Not really sure of the chord here probably G)
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that
got it so wron[D]g
[D]It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the t[Em]wo of them
could talk
Like the [A]Stones since the [G]Eighties, like the last days
of Southfor[D]k.
[D]Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the s[Em]econd side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an ow[A]n-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let
you down my frie[D]nd.
Now we can all do our own bad cover versions.
(Martin Hollingham [email protected])
--------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------
This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation
of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship,
or research.
Corrections, modifications,enhancements, comments welcome.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Intro D/Dmaj7 Em/Em7 A/A6 X2
VERSE 1
[D]The word's on the street: y[Em]ou've found someone ne[A]w.
[D]If he looks nothing like me[Em] I'm so happy for y[A]ou.
[C]I heard an old gi[A]rlfriend has turn[D]ed to the[F#] church -
[C]she's trying to r[A]eplace me, but it'll never w[D]ork.
'Cos every touch reminds y[Bm]ou of just how sweet it could have been
[Em]And every time he kisses you it [G]leaves behind the
bitter taste of saccharine. [D]
VERSE 2
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
CHORUS
(Not really sure of the chord here probably G)
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that
got it so wron[D]g
[D]It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the t[Em]wo of them
could talk
Like the [A]Stones since the [G]Eighties, like the last days
of Southfor[D]k.
[D]Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the s[Em]econd side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an ow[A]n-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let
you down my frie[D]nd.
