Capo on 4th fret
[Verse]
Well, I hate [C]racist blokes, telling [F]tasteless jokes,
And e[C]explaining where people [G]belong.
I hate [C]ignorant folks, who pay m[F]money to see gigs,
And [G]talk through every fucking [C]song.
I hate [Am]people in nightclubs, [F]snorting coke,
And [C]explaining where you're going[G]going wrong.
Well, [Am]if you agree, come [F]hate it with me,
And f[G]feel free to sing [C]along.
[Chorus]
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la [C]la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc
[C] [F] [C] [G] [x2]
[Verse]
And[C]And I hate pointless status u[F]updates on Facebook,
'FYI[C]'FYI', we were ne[G]never m8s.
We [C]pretend to be friend[F]friends on the internet,
Yet [G]when in real life we have noth[C]nothing to say,
Oh, [Am]brother, I've love for[F]for my mother,
For[C]For good times, for mus[G]music and for my mates.
Ye[Am]Yeah, I love and I live, an[F]and I have love to give,
But[G]But sometimes, all you[C]you can do is hate.
[Chorus]
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la [C]la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc
[Verse]
I [F]hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,
They o[C]only eat pizza and [G]chips.
I hate stepping outside for a smoke, and some guy coughs,
Like [C]your lungs are [G]his.
And I [Am]hate queuing up for festival toilets,
[F]Especially when you need a [C]shit.
I [Am]hate the X-factor, for [F]murdering music,
You [G]bunch of money grabbing [C]pricks.
[Chorus]
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la [C]la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc
[C] [F] [C] [G] [x2]
But second time round slow down and lift middle note off the C to walk
down to the G (if that makes any sense).
[Verse]
And I [C]hate them magazines, aimed at [F]insecure teens,
They make[C]make ten year olds chase to grow[G]grow up.
[C]"Hey kids, let's be anorexic", or [F]better, e[G]eat chocolate 'til you throw up.
Keep your [Am]Hollywood stars, in their s[F]stupid cars,
And the [C]botox, that makes them looked [G]fucked.
Just g[C]grow old with grace, have you s[F]seen Cher's face?
It [G]looks like it's been hit by a [C]truck.
[Chorus]
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la [C]la, la la la la, la la la la etc
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la [C]la, la la la la, la la la la etc
And it goes [F]la, l[C]la la[G]la la [C]la, la la la la, la la la la etc