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"Bab's Uvula Who?"

Intro:
    

Verse:
          
          
			
I've got a knack for fucking everything up.
			
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
				
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.
			
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
				
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall.
			
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
				
Petulance and irritation sets in.
			
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.

Chorus:
				
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
				
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
				
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
				
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.

Verse:
				
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.
			
Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up.
				
Killed my composure and it will never come back.
			
Loss of control and l get myself all wound up.
				
Blown out of proportion again.
			
My temper snaps and l get all wound up.
				
Spontaneous combustion, panic attack.
			
I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.




"Bab's Uvula Who?"

By: Green Day

Intro:

    


Verse:
                                           

I've got a knack for fucking everything up.

                        

My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
                                              

My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.

                              

I lose control and I get myself all wound up.
                                     

Tension mounts and I fly off the wall.

                             

I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up.
                                

Petulance and irritation sets in.

                           

I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up.


Chorus:
                     
Mad at myself and I'm all wound up.
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.
                       

Loss of control and I'm all wound up.
            


I self-destruct and I'm all wound up.


Verse:
                                          

Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.

         

Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up.
                                         

Killed my composure and it 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:
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.
                        
Blow up a little and I'm all wound up.
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.

Verse:
                                           

I've got a knack for fucking everything up.

                        

My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
                                              

My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.

                              

I lose control and I get myself all wound up.
                                     

Tension mounts and I fly off the wall.

                             

I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up.
                                

Petulance and irritation sets in.

                           

I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up.

Chorus:
                       
Point at myself and I'm all wound up.
                       
Loss of control and I'm all wound up.
                         
I think it's sick and I'm all wound up.
                       
I self-destruct and I'm all wound up.

O.K.  Play this using all power chords.  Play the B and E on the
seventh fret.  Play the A on the fifth, and I'm not sure about F#.  I
play it on the second fret, but I'm not too sure about it.  I left my
guitar in normal tuning so that's what I'd recomend.  I'm not too sure
about the words in the chorus.  (Or even the chords in the chorus.)
They weren't included with the CD, so this is as good as I could do.
If anyone has a better guess let me know.  Tell me what you think of
this as it is my first tab.

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"Bab's Uvula Who?"

By: Green Day

Intro:

    


Verse:
                                           

I've got a knack for fucking everything up.

		       	

My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
                                              

My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.

			      

I lose control and I get myself all wound up.
                                     

Tension mounts and I fly off the wall.

			      

I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up.
                                

Petulance and irritation sets in.

			      

I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up.


Chorus:
                     
Mad at myself and I'm all wound up.
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.
                       

Loss of control and I'm all wound up.
            


I self-destruct and I'm all wound up.


Verse:
                                          

Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.

         

Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up.
                                         

Killed my composure and it 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:
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.
                        
Blow up a little and I'm all wound up.
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.
                     

I lose myself and I'm all wound up.

Verse:
                                           

I've got a knack for fucking everything up.

		       	

My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
                                              

My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.

			      

I lose control and I get myself all wound up.
                                     

Tension mounts and I fly off the wall.

			      

I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up.
                                

Petulance and irritation sets in.

			      

I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up.

Chorus:
                       
Point at myself and I'm all wound up.
                       
Loss of control and I'm all wound up.
                         
I think it's sick and I'm all wound up.
                       
I self-destruct and I'm all wound up.


I'm not too sure about the words in the chorus.  (Or even the chords
in the chorus.)  They weren't included with the CD, so this is as good as I
could do.  If anyone has a better guess let me know.  Tell me what you
think of this as it is my first tab.  Send questions, comments, or anything