heliocentric@breathe.com
25th February 2001, 2.41pm

BILLY HUNT by THE JAM

Written by Paul Weller

From the LP 'All Mod Cons' (Polydor, 1978)

Chords used:

C:  x3555x    F:       133211
G:  355433    G7sus4:  353533
D:  x5777x    Am:      577555
A:  577655
E:  x7999x

C G D (x2) C G (x2)

C                G                         C
 If it's not you moaning then it's someone else,
                G                       C
Jumping down my throat every chance you get,
                G                         C
If it's not you crying then it's probably me,
                  G                 A
You're the little dog messing up my tree -


Billy Hunt is a magical world,
D
 Full of strippers and long-legged girls,
A
 Clark Kent's got nothing on me,
     D                       E
I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong.

      A
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      G
Billy Hunt.

C               G               C
 I remember the first day at my job,
                    G                     C
I didn't get on too well with the foreman Bob,
            G                           C
Do this, Do that, Don't even stop for a cough,
                G                   A
He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F.


No-one pushes Billy Hunt around,
D
 Well they do, but not for long,
A
 When I get fit and grow bionic arms,
D (tacet)
 The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born -

      A
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy
      A
Billy Hunt.

D             G
 I could be a Superman
C            F                   G
 Satisfy any women that I wanted to,
D             G
 I could be a human machine,
C                   F                 G7sus4  G
 I could show Steve Austin a thing or two -

Am E D G Am G C
(guitar solo)

C G (x4)

C                G                         C
 If it's not you moaning then it's someone else,
                G                        C
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,
                G                         C
If it's not you crying then it's probably me,
                  G                 A
You're the little dog messing up my tree.


No one pushes Billy Hunt around,
D
 Well they do, but not for long,
A
 When I get fit and grow bionic arms,
D
 The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born.

      A
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
      D
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
      G
Billy Hunt.


Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,

Billy Hunt.

Look out!

C G D (x2)

C             G     D
 Billy, Billy Hunt     (x6)