Bob Schneider - Queen uk

Me a^Cnd My best fr^Emiend Jim started our own band When ^AmI was fifte^Fen living in Deutschland. Didn't ^Cmatter th^Emat we could hardly play Came up w^Amith a crazy^F name, called the band "Queen UK" I playe^Cd the guitar^Em, he played drums Our pa^Amrents told u^Fs one day we'd be bums And^C everyda^Emy we'd go over to his parents house And i^Amn the bas^Fement we'd play as hard and loud As we ^Ccould ge^Emt it. It drove his mom mad But it ^Amnever seem^Fed to bother his drunk dad. We ^Cwrote fiv^Eme or six, songs or so We ^Amplayed them ^Fat the high school talent show We ble^Cw the shit ^Emup. The girls went crazy. We look^Amed so cool^F. They called us 'baby.' And ^Cafter that^Em man, we had it made. The ^Amnormal lif^Fe was later-ade.

Well^C I moved ^Emto Austin, he moved to LA after living in Seattle. I joi^Amned a funk ban^Fd, he got all into heavy metal. It ^Cwas a wild^Em time. I did a lot of blotter. It wa^Ams like ^Fsome bad episode of "Welcome Back Kotter". I went o^Cut to L^EmA to visit him. But he wa^Ams all mes^Fsed up playing in some shitty band. Sno^Crting hero^Emin. He had like ten tatoos. We smoked^Am some serio^Fus kind, drank a ton of booze. We ^Cjoked ar^Emound alot. We'd always say We've ^Amcome so fa^Fr since the good ol' days.

It ^Cwas a blur ^Embut, I don't really remember much. Just glad^Am to get the he^Fll out, I never liked LA too much. Aust^Cin was ^Emmore laid back, more like my kind of town. People ^Amkickin ^Fit, not so tightly wound. My bands^C kept breaki^Emng up, like they always do. I kept ^Amgetting by,^F and pulling through. I ^Cgot a phon^Eme call from Jim one night in ninety-eight He d^Amidn't sound^F so good he said 'I need a break'. He sai^Cd can I ^Emcome to stay for a week or so. I said ^Am'That'd b^Fe cool. No problem bro.' But I ^Cnever ^Emspoke to him again after that. I ^Amgot a call ^Ffrom this guy in Jim's band Aftermath. He said^C that Jim^Em had died sometime last week or so. In his ^Amapartment, so^Fme kind of overdose. The poli^Cce couldn't f^Emind his folks, and maybe did I know How to ^Amget a hold of t^Fhem and I said I did and so They^C called his^Em parents up and it was shitty but, I went t^Amo the ^Ffuneral and I was all fucked up. And I^C felt respon^Emsible in some weird ol' way. But ther^Ame was nothin^Fg I could do, there was nothing I could say.

That'^Cs the way^Em it goes when fate is king. You ^Amcan't te^Fll the world how to do its thing. You can^C just hold on^Em tight, let it take you for a ride. And ^Ammaybe you mig^Fht make it to the other side. Well i^Cn the end I^Em guess, it doesn't matter so. I ^Amguess I'll ^Ftell you everything I know now.