Biografia:
Horrible Histories, ou Deu a Louca Na História no Brasil, é um programa de comédia feito na BBC baseado na serie de livros com mesmo nome, tendo esquetes que envolvem fatos históricos e coisas estranhas que aconteceram na história, também desmentindo alguns mitos que todos acham que era verdade, e sempre com forma de comédia. Uma esquete padrão é o musical, que usa uma personalidade histórica e misturando gêneros que nada tem a ver com a época, como rock, metal ou pop.
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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!
[Intro]
N.C.
Everyone thinks they know the story
N.C.
Of Dick Turpin's highway glory
N.C.
But my past is far more gory
N.C.
I was no saint
N.C.
You think life is one big antic
N.C.
My profession is romantic
N.C.
Hate to be pedantic
N.C.
But it ends
[Instrumental]
Am G F
C F Am ( Am G F )
[Verse 1]
C
As a butcher down in Essex
F
I was handy with a knife
Am
Had a sideline as a poacher
Am
Led a less than honest life
C
The notorious gang of Gregory
F
Liked my style and dedication
Am
They signed me up and gave me
Am
A real robber's education
[Bridge]
Em
We rampaged through the Essex farms
F
We stole and robbed and fought
Am
But when the law came for us
G
I escaped and they got caught
[Chorus]
C F
I became a highwayman
Am
Was daylight robbery
C F
I was no prince charming
Am
Nothing dandy about me
[Verse 2]
C
The truth is, I was violent
F
And with my good mate, Matt King
Am
Robbed travellers at gunpoint
Am
Money, watches, anything!
C
My horse it wasn't called Black Bess
F
Although that's what you've read
Am
Was no romantic hero
Am
Shot not one, but two men dead
[Bridge]
Em
The legend that surrounds me
F
Misses out the crucial part
Am
I was a ruthless killer
G
With a ruthless killer's heart
[Chorus]
C F
Was a vicious highwayman
Am
A source of pain and tears
C F
When you hear how my story ends
Am
You won't believe your ears
[Middle 8]
Em
I ran away to Yorkshire
F
Changed my name to John Palmer
Am
Was sent to prison
G
After stealing chickens from a farmer
Em
Wrote a letter to my family
F
A plea it did relate
Am
The postman saw the envelope
G
And here's the twist of fate
Em
He had taught me how to write
F
So he knew I'd lied
Am
"That's not John Palmer's hand
N.C.
That's Dick Turpin's!" he cried!
[Chorus]
C F
Was a vicious highwayman
Am
My crimes had brought me fame
C F
Was stitched up by a postie
Am
That's not glamourous... that's lame!
C F
No more stand and deliver
Am
You'll remember this, I hope
C F
It's no fun hanging with highwaymen
N.C.
When you're... hanging from a rope!
C
N.C.
Everyone thinks they know the story
N.C.
Of Dick Turpin's highway glory
N.C.
But my past is far more gory
N.C.
I was no saint
N.C.
You think life is one big antic
N.C.
My profession is romantic
N.C.
Hate to be pedantic
N.C.
But it ends
[Instrumental]
Am G F
C F Am ( Am G F )
[Verse 1]
C
As a butcher down in Essex
F
I was handy with a knife
Am
Had a sideline as a poacher
Am
Led a less than honest life
C
The notorious gang of Gregory
F
Liked my style and dedication
Am
They signed me up and gave me
Am
A real robber's education
[Bridge]
Em
We rampaged through the Essex farms
F
We stole and robbed and fought
Am
But when the law came for us
G
I escaped and they got caught
[Chorus]
C F
I became a highwayman
Am
Was daylight robbery
C F
I was no prince charming
Am
Nothing dandy about me
[Verse 2]
C
The truth is, I was violent
F
And with my good mate, Matt King
Am
Robbed travellers at gunpoint
Am
Money, watches, anything!
C
My horse it wasn't called Black Bess
F
Although that's what you've read
Am
Was no romantic hero
Am
Shot not one, but two men dead
[Bridge]
Em
The legend that surrounds me
F
Misses out the crucial part
Am
I was a ruthless killer
G
With a ruthless killer's heart
[Chorus]
C F
Was a vicious highwayman
Am
A source of pain and tears
C F
When you hear how my story ends
Am
You won't believe your ears
[Middle 8]
Em
I ran away to Yorkshire
F
Changed my name to John Palmer
Am
Was sent to prison
G
After stealing chickens from a farmer
Em
Wrote a letter to my family
F
A plea it did relate
Am
The postman saw the envelope
G
And here's the twist of fate
Em
He had taught me how to write
F
So he knew I'd lied
Am
"That's not John Palmer's hand
N.C.
That's Dick Turpin's!" he cried!
[Chorus]
C F
Was a vicious highwayman
Am
My crimes had brought me fame
C F
Was stitched up by a postie
Am
That's not glamourous... that's lame!
C F
No more stand and deliver
Am
You'll remember this, I hope
C F
It's no fun hanging with highwaymen
N.C.
When you're... hanging from a rope!
C
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