HELLO.
THIS HAS THE SAME CHORD SEQUENCE FOR THE WHHOOOLLLE SONG.
Verse.
[Fm]Oh Mr James Dean, he don't[Cm] belong to anything
Oh he [C#]left before they could get him
[G#]With their ways, thei[G#maj7]r wicked ways
[Fm]Oh Marilyn Monroe, where[Cm] did you go?
I d[C#]idn't hear all your stories
[G#]I didn't see [G#maj7]all your glory
CHORUS.
[Fm]But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't [Cm]care in the end
Cm (cont.)
Who is she to pretend
[C#]That she's one of them?
[G#]I don't think so[G#maj7]
[Fm]And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks [Cm]she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
[C#]I don't think so, [G#]I don't think so
(REPEAT THE SAME CHORDS FOR THE REST OF THE SONG AND THAT'S IT PRETTY MUCH IN A NUTSHELL)
Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care
What's going on today
I think there's something more, something more
And I'm gone with the wind like they were before
But I'm believing myself I think there's something more
There must be something more
I think there's something more, something more
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she's one of them?
I don't think so
And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
I don't think so, I don't think so
Oh I don't believe in the telling of your stories
Throughout your life, there's just something unappealing
It don't catch my eye
It don't catch my eye
Oh I don't believe in the selling of your glories
Before you leave this life, there's so much more to see
I don't believe this is how the world should be
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she's one of them?
I don't think so
And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
I don't think so, I don't think so
The footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she's one of them?
THIS HAS THE SAME CHORD SEQUENCE FOR THE WHHOOOLLLE SONG.
Verse.
[Fm]Oh Mr James Dean, he don't[Cm] belong to anything
Oh he [C#]left before they could get him
[G#]With their ways, thei[G#maj7]r wicked ways
[Fm]Oh Marilyn Monroe, where[Cm] did you go?
I d[C#]idn't hear all your stories
[G#]I didn't see [G#maj7]all your glory
CHORUS.
[Fm]But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't [Cm]care in the end
Cm (cont.)
Who is she to pretend
[C#]That she's one of them?
[G#]I don't think so[G#maj7]
[Fm]And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks [Cm]she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
[C#]I don't think so, [G#]I don't think so
(REPEAT THE SAME CHORDS FOR THE REST OF THE SONG AND THAT'S IT PRETTY MUCH IN A NUTSHELL)
Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care
What's going on today
I think there's something more, something more
And I'm gone with the wind like they were before
But I'm believing myself I think there's something more
There must be something more
I think there's something more, something more
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she's one of them?
I don't think so
And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
I don't think so, I don't think so
Oh I don't believe in the telling of your stories
Throughout your life, there's just something unappealing
It don't catch my eye
It don't catch my eye
Oh I don't believe in the selling of your glories
Before you leave this life, there's so much more to see
I don't believe this is how the world should be
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she's one of them?
I don't think so
And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
I don't think so, I don't think so
The footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she's one of them?
