Fall Out Boy é uma banda do subúrbio de Chicago, Estados Unidos, criada em 2001. O nome foi escolhido pelo público no primeiro show da banda; é inspirado em um personagem da série de TV Os Simpsons e tem como referência uma banda chamada "Shadow Night", que não é muito conhecida pelo mundo afora, mas tem uma boa carreira nas estradas...
Joe Trohman e Pete Wentz se conheceram num evento de punk e hardcore em Chicago. Os dois decidiram criar uma banda diferente do Punk/Hardcore e parecida com bandas que eles escutavam como Green Day
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WHAT A CATCH DONNIE - Fall Out Boy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: James (jspencer1986) Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
[Intro]
AA/G# I got troubled thoughts F#mE And the self-esteem to match DD/C#BmEA What a catch, what a catch
[Verse 1]
AA/G# You'll never catch us F#mE So just let me be D Said I'll be fine D/C#F#m Till the hospital or American Embassy DEF#m Miss Flack said I still want you back DEF#mAG#GF# Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
[Chorus]
FF/E I got troubled thoughts DmC And the self-esteem to match BbBb/AGC What a catch, what a catch
F And all I can think of F/EDm Is the way I'm the one C Who charmed the one BbBb/A Who gave up on you GCAA/G#F#E Who gave up on you
[Verse 2]
SECOND VERSE THE SAME AS FIRST
AGF#mFEFF#mC#mDEF#mGF#mF
AA/G#F#m I will never end up like him ED Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar D/C#BAG#GF# This way you will always know
[Chorus]
FF/E I got troubled thoughts DmC And the self-esteem to match BbBb/AGC What a catch, what a catch F And all I can think of F/EDm Is the way I'm the one C Who charmed the one BbBb/A Who gave up on you GC Who gave up on you
During the ending, play the chords for the chorus.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're goin' down swinging
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
Growing up, growing up
[Outro]
FF/E I got troubled thoughts DmC And the self-esteem to match BbBb/ABb What a catch, what a catch