The Specials (also known as The Special AKA) is an English “2 Tone” ska revival band formed in 1977 in Coventry, England. Their music combines a danceable ska beat with punk’s energy, underpinned by an informed political and social stance.
The group was formed by songwriter/keyboardist Jerry Dammers, with Terry Hall (vocals), Lynval Golding (guitar, vocals) and a rhythm section featuring Horace Panter (bass) and John Bradbury (drums; born 16 February 1953, died 28 December 2015).
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...LITTLE BITCH... by The Specials ------------------................
*from 'The Specials' (1979)*
Intro:
C5Eb5, F5Ab5Bb5, C5 (n.C)
(Spoken):
(n.C) One, two.
Verse 1:
CF If you ever hear a noise in the night; CF Your body starts to sweat, it shakes and shivers in fright. CF You go and sleep with your mother; she hates your guts, CF She knows that you love her, so she holds you tight, CF All through the night, until the broad day-light. CF And when she doesn't come home, you have to sleep a-lone, CF Then you wet your bed and I think that's sad; CF (C5) For a girl of nine-teen, it's more than sad; it's ob-scene.
Chorus 1:
C5Eb5, F5Ab5Bb5, C5 (n.C)
(Spoken):
(n.C) One, two.
Verse 2:
CF And your girlfriend sweet; little seventeen, CF She's got her layered hair and her flared jeans. CF You know what that means? She's just a little queen, CF She shares your London flat; CF She thinks that London's where it's at; although it stinks! CF And when it rains, you wear your hat, CF And your plum coloured PVC, wet look maxi-mac. CF You tie your ginger hair back in a bun; CF (C5) You're the ugliest creature, under the sun.
Chorus 2:
C5Eb5, F5Ab5Bb5, C5 (n.C)
(Spoken):
(n.C) One, two.
Solo:
CF (x8)
Chorus 3:
C5Eb5, F5Ab5Bb5, C5 (n.C)
(Spoken):
(n.C) One, two.
Verse 3:
CF And you think it's about time that you died, CF And I a-gree; so you decide on suicide. CF You tried, but you never quite carried it off; CF You only wanted to die in order to show off. CF And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me; CF You're even wronger than you'd normally be. CF And the only things you want to see are kitsch, CF The only thing you want to be is rich. CF Your little pink, up-pointed nose be-gins to twitch; CF (C5) I know, you know; you're just a little bitch.