Skönt å se att vi har en riktigt skön MAMACHRIPE-anthem på gång. Vi kommer dock behöva jobba på en sjysst koreografi, eller finns den redan 'O'? Hur visualiserar vi MA MA CHRI PE med våra kroppar?

Jag funderar på att köra en något stillsammare låt, men även detta en låt som gör sig fin-fint ute i skogen. En riktig klassiker för oss håriga karlar. Jag presenterar:

Out on the weekend med den evigt unge Neil Young.

A                     Bm             
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up
E               A
Take it down to L.A.
A                       Bm
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up.
E                 A
Start a brand new day.

Pre-Chorus1:
A                             Bm
The woman I'm thinkin' of-she loved me all up
E                 A
But I'm so down today.
A                                 Bm
She's so fine she's in my mind. I hear her

callin'.

E E E4 E4 A

Chorus1:

A                Bm
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
E                 A
Trying to make it pay.
A                     Bm
Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and
E              A
Can't begin to say

Interlude:
Bm  E(2x)
C#m F# Bm E

Verse2:

A                        Bm
She got pictures on the wall-They make me look up
E                  A
From her big brass bed.
A                             Bm
Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up
E               A
Somewhere in her head.

Pre-Chorus2:

A                             Bm
The woman I'm thinkin' of-she loved me all up
E                 A
But I'm so down today.
A                                 Bm
She's so fine she's in my mind. I hear her

callin'.

E E E4 E4 A

Chorus2:

A                Bm
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
E                 A
Trying to make it pay.
A                     Bm
Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and
E              A
Can't begin to say

Outro:
Bm  E(2x)
C#m F# Bm E
A Bm (E A)

Tre dagar kvar.