(intro E B7) E A B7 Re Our gig at Deptford Abyss E A B7 Who the hell does Jeff Dreadnought think he is? E A E A Was he even there? - I ask myself, does he even care? - don't kid yourself E F# B7 Wait 'till our PR men hear of this. E A B7 It's a bad review; we got a bad review, oh ha E A B7 It's a bad review, what are we gonna do? Oh ha E A B7 I can't walk down the street 'cos other groups I might meet and they'll smirk E A Oh, it's a rum old do is a bad review, oh Lord B7 E B7 An' my girlfriend's fuming. E A B7 You hacks don't know where it's at; E A B7 You can't appreciate the master of the Strat E A E A Not that I'm concerned - 'course you're not, your paper's full of cr*p E F# B7 'Course it is, I only read the gig guide anyway. E A B7 It's A bad review, A B-B-B-bad review, oh ha E A B7 We got a bad review, I can't believe it's true, oh Lord E A B7 Well I know what you look like so don't ever come near Stroud E A Page thirty-two, it's a bad review, oh Lord B7 E BE My girlfriend's fuming. B7 (instr E B7 E, E B7 E, B7 E) OK, let's go to chapel. E A E B7 Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review E A E B7 Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review E A The fearsome hollow boom of the older boys in the deep end E B7 Green shoots of recovery shrivelled up in harsh tomorrows E A Left to pick dry sticks and mumble to myself E B7 A melancholy emblem of parish cruelty. E A E B7 Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review E A E B7 Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad review E B7 E B7 E B7 E B7 Bad review, bad review, bad review, bad review. A B7, E A E