The Jam foi uma banda de rock britânica formada em 1976 por Bruce Foxton (baixo), Steve Brookes (guitarra), Rick Buckler (bateria) e Paul Weller (vocais).
Logo no início Brookes saiu da banda, que começou a se apresentar nos arredores de Londres. Em 1977 o Jam assinou um contrato com a Polydor Records e lançou seu primeiro compacto, "In The City", seguido por um álbum homônimo, que misturava influências mod e punk com as composições de Weller e versões de clássicos do R&B.
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!
CGC If it's not you moaning then it's someone else, GC Jumping down my throat every chance you get, GC If it's not you crying then it's probably me, GA You're the little dog messing up my tree -
Billy Hunt is a magical world, D Full of strippers and long-legged girls, A Clark Kent's got nothing on me, DE I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong.
A Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy D Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy D Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy G Billy Hunt.
CGC I remember the first day at my job, GC I didn't get on too well with the foreman Bob, GC Do this, Do that, Don't even stop for a cough, GA He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F.
No-one pushes Billy Hunt around, D Well they do, but not for long, A When I get fit and grow bionic arms, D (tacet) The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born -
A Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy D Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy D Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy A Billy Hunt.
DG I could be a Superman CFG Satisfy any women that I wanted to, DG I could be a human machine, CFG7sus4G I could show Steve Austin a thing or two -
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CG (x4)
CGC If it's not you moaning then it's someone else, GC Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, GC If it's not you crying then it's probably me, GA You're the little dog messing up my tree.
No one pushes Billy Hunt around, D Well they do, but not for long, A When I get fit and grow bionic arms, D The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born.
A Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy, D Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy,
Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy, G Billy Hunt.