E                      A
Well, I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes,
     E                      B
And explaining where people belong.
       E                        A
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs,
    B                               E
And talk through everything xxxxxxx song.
       Dbm                    A
I hate people in nightclubs, snorting coke,
    E                            B
And explaining where you're going wrong.
      Dbm                 A
Well, if you agree, come hate it with me,
     B                E
And feel free to sing along.


            A    E   B   E
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            A    E   B
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Interlude ( x2 ): E   A   E   B

And I hate pointless status updates on Facebook,
'FYI', we were never m8s.
We pretend to be friends on the internet,
Yet when in real life we have nothing to say,
Oh, brother, I've love for my mother,
For good times, for music and for my mates.
Yeah, I love and I live, and I have love to give,
But sometimes, all you can do is hate.

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  A
I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,
      E                 B
They only eat pizza and chips.

I hate stepping outside for a smoke, and some guy coughs,
     E              B
Like your lungs are his.
      Dbm
And I hate queuing up for festival toilets,
A                          E
Especially when you need a xxxx.
  Dbm                     A
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,
    B                       E
You bunch of money grabbing xxxxxx.


         A    E   B   E
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            A    E   B
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Interlude ( x2 ): C   F   C   G

      E                             A
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens,
         E                           B
They make ten year olds chase to grow up.
E                               A        B
"Hey kids lets be anoerxic", or better, eat chocolate 'til you throw up.
          Dbm                         A
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their stupid cars,
        E                             B
And the botox, that makes them looked xxxxxx.
      E                             A
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's face?
   B                             E
It looks like it's been hit by a truck.


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And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc

And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc     Ten aranż to własna interpretacja jego autora, udostępniona do prywatnej nauki, edukacji i użytku niekomercyjnego. Sama piosenka, tekst i muzyka pozostają własnością ich posiadaczy praw autorskich. Żeby poprosić o usunięcie, zobacz Nota prawna.