#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: GeekStink@aol.com 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. geekstink@aol.com Date sent: Tue, 26 Nov 1996 13:21:42 +0000 To: kif@www.cc.umist.ac.uk From: Tom.Atle.Olsen@stud.hibo.no (eg4) Subject: Re: some lyrics Bab's Uvula Who? lyrics Verse 1: I've got a knack for fucking ev'rything up, My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. My fuse is short and my blood presure is high, I lose control and I get myself all wound up. Tension mounts and I fly off the wall, I selfdestruct and I get myself all wound up. Petulance and irritation set in, I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up. Chorus 1: I hate myself and I'm all wound up. I hate myself and I'm all wound up. Loss of control and I'm all wound up. I lose myself and I'm all wound up. Verse 2: Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back, Struck in a rut and I get myself all wound up. Killed my composure and it will never come back, Loss of control and I get myself all wound up. Blown out of proportion again, My temper snaps and I get myself all wound up. Spontaneous combustion, panic attack, I slipped a gear and I get myself all wound up. Chorus 2: I hate myself and I'm all wound up. What can I say, I'm afraid I'm all wound up. I hate myself and I'm all wound up. I like myself and I'm all wound up. Verse 3: I'v got a knack for fucking ev'rything up, my temper flies and I get myself all wound up. My fuse is short and my blood presure is high, I lose control and I get myself all wound up. Tention mounts and I fly off the wall, I'm on the run and I get myself all wound up. Petulance and irritation set in, I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up. Chorus 3: What can I say, I'm 'fraid I'm all wound up. Loss of control and I I'm all wound up. I hate myself and I'm all wound up. What can I say, I'm afraid I'm all wound up.
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