Verse:
Am           F           Dm   G
Used to be a major scale
Am           F           Dm   G
But the melody went stale
Am        F       Dm     G
Musical cacophony let
Am           F      Dm    G
Eensy Weensy spider free
 

Am        F           Dm   G
You're a rich little boy
Am            F             Dm   G
Who's had to work for his toys
Am         F                      Dm G
You've got all the sensibilities, oh
Am    F     Dm    G
Of an upper class guy
 
Pre-Chorus:
Am     C        F         G
No I'm not your little slave
Am         C         F          G
No I don't twist and turn that way
Am       C          F     G
Only got bad things to say
Am                  C        G           F
You're always asking what is up, up with me
 
Chorus:
Am               C        F
Could never tell you what happened
   G            C    G    Am
The day I turned seventeen
C             G                      Am
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
C G F     C   G   Am
Seventeen, seventeen
 
Verse:
Am          F                Dm G
Oh, you are embarrassed of me
Am           F              Dm G
Cos I use my tongue freely
Am       F                    Dm G
Bet you wish I couldn't speak
Am       F         Dm   G
Cos when I do, you know
Am         F                    Dm G
I tell you why you're being weak
Am         F               Dm G
You want a hassle free life
Am          F     Dm       G
Go get your upper class wife
Am             F            Dm    G
Oh, she's got all the personality
Am                   F
Of a lemon that has been
Dm             G
Truly sucked dry
 
Pre-Chorus:
Am            F            Dm G
You teach me how to behave
Am           F             Dm G
I felt you question the way
Am             F          Dm G
I was brought up as a baby
Am                   F            Dm G
Well you don't know xxxx about my family
 
Chorus:
Am           F             Dm     G
Could never tell you what happened
Am           F        Dm   G
The day I turned seventeen
Am             F              Dm           G
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
Am     F    Dm     G
Seventeen, seventeen
 

C          G           Am
Never fell down like a princess
C          G           Am
I used to kid myself in this stress
C          G           F
That it was just how things
C       G     Am
Were meant to be
C       G    Am   C  G Am
Oh, seventeen, seventeen.
 
Outro:
C           G           Am
Never fell down like a princess
C        G        Am        C      G       Am
But at least I picked myself up like a queen
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