Jamie T - If You Got The Money Ukulele

This is how I play it to sing along with, so it won't sound right with the actual 
Jamie T track. Plus its based around his acoustic version on Freshly Squeezed:


I play with capo on 3rd because it suits my voice. But whatever tickles yer pickle.






Intro: G  Am  C  D (hold)

                    G
If you've got the money 
                       Am
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh 
     C                      D                    G
To take your girl, spend a bit of your cash for me


                           G
'Cause then she might be happy 
              Am
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh 
             C                        D                  G
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free


{An' all the boys they go 
        G
Da-dee-doo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah
       Am 
Da-dom-dom-de-de-dom-dom 
   C                    D
Dom-da-dee-doo-da-da-dom   } x 2


         G
I spend late nights trying to pick up love 
                 Am
Off the floor, where the other brothers leave it be 
                   C
Though it's stuck down hard it's like chewing gum 
               D
While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P. 
            G
'Cause the song birds don't do singing on pavements
Am 
No sweet melody the sound of spit 
C
Spat, or bit, spoke of lost hopes 
   D
So do what you're told man choke on it 


(Its pretty much the same throughout!)

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven 
By three we are thinking of the love we lost 
By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second 
Check the odds, was it worth the cost? 

Do you give a toss? 
Or are you, looking away? 
Wondering why you can't eat? 
Why you never sleep? 
Drunk all the time? 
Cold in the heat? 
What you sow man is what you reap 

If you've got the money 
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh 
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me

'Cause then she might be happy 
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh 
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free 

You were always meant to walk out that job 
You keep stopping 
Should tell your girl more often 
That loving is all about doors unlocking 
Now you're certain 'nuff near a man free 
With a buddy holly hiccup on a karaoke 
Tweedle on the needle, man you adjust the thread 
Great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli 
The only of his friends not shot down dead 

Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues 
Fight in the playground 
Bully each other 
Double dare kids that pollute their lungs 
Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother 
Some of us stay, want to run away 
Momma still wants you home for supper 
Work all day, little to no pay 
Dance up-town right down to the gutter 

With ya dee-dom dom-dee 
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee 
So move outta' the way man, dom-dee 
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee 
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee 
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee 
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee  

                   G
If you've got the money