Friggin In The Riggin Tab

Music by the Sex Pistols.  Lyrics by Anthrax.
Tabbed by OrmagodenNL
 
Bass Intro (arranged for guitar):
 
E|--------------------------
B|--------------------------
G|--------------------------
D|--------------------------
A|--3--5--6--5--3--5--6--5--
E|--------------------------
 
 
Intro:
 
E|--------------------------------------
B|--------------------------------------
G|--17--16--17--------------------------
D|--17--16--17----------17--16--15------
A|--------------15--15--17--16--15--15--
E|--------------15--15--------------15--
 
Riff 1:
 
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
B|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
G|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
D|--------------2--------------------2--------------------2--3--2--------------------------
A|-----3--3--5-----3--------3--3--5-----3--------3--3--5-----------5--3--2--------2--3--3--
E|--3-----------------3--3-----------------3--3-----------------------------3--5-----------
 
Chorus 1:
 
E|--------------------------
B|--------------------------
G|--5--------5--5--------5--
D|--5--5--3--5--5--3--5--5--
A|--3--5--3--3--3--3--5--3--
E|-----3--1--------1--3-----
 
GIVE IT SOME BOLLOCKS:
 
E|-----
B|-----
G|-----
D|--5--
A|--5--
E|--3--
 
Just before riff 2:
 
E|-----------------
B|-----------------
G|-----5--5--5--5--
D|-----5--5--5--5--
A|-----3--3--3--3--
E|-----------------
 
Riff 2:
 
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
B|--------------------------------------------------------------5--5--5--5--------------------------
G|--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--------------5--5--5--5--
D|--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--3--3--3--3--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--
A|--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--------------5--5--5--5--3--3--3--3--
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------3--3--3--3--------------
 
 
 
After that it's Chorus 1 and Riff 2 for a second time. Then this Bridge 1:
 
E|--------------
B|--------------
G|--------------
D|--2--3--3--3--
A|--2--3--3--3--
E|--0--1--1--1-- x3
 
E|-----------------
B|-----------------
G|--------------5--
D|--2--3--3--3--5--
A|--2--3--3--3--3--
E|--0--1--1--1-----
 
E|--------------
B|--------------
G|--------------
D|--2--3--3--3--
A|--2--3--3--3--
E|--0--1--1--1-- x3
 
E|-----------------
B|-----------------
G|-----------------
D|--2--3--3--3--5--
A|--2--3--3--3--5--
E|--0--1--1--1--3-- 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Then Chorus 1, Riff 2 and the Bridge 1 again but starting on
E|-----
B|-----
G|--7--
D|--7--
A|--5--
E|-----
 
and
 
E|-----
B|-----
G|--9--
D|--9--
A|--7--
E|-----
 
instead of
 
E|-----
B|-----
G|--5--
D|--5--
A|--3--
E|-----
 
At the end section you play Chorus 1 like you're having a seizure at
 
E|-----
B|-----
G|--9--
D|--9--
A|--7--
E|-----
 
That's all there's to it! No solos, so a pretty easy song aside from the fast chords in the main riff.
Lyrics:
 
There was a bunch of roadies
And this here is their story
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
 
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
 
The captains name is Rick
Whose "Bozo-do" is slick
He really thinks he knows it all
He's just a Jersey hick
 
Wanking, cranking, Georgie
He always finds an orgy
He rubs his balls and picks his nose
He's horny Georgie porgie
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
 
The kind of sleaze is Ring
Polaroid's his thing
He whipped it out, her teeth fell out
And now it's in a sling
 
From LA we have Troy
His fetish is Playboy
A smelly trout, he'll eat it out
Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
 
John Tempesta is The Joker
The Adams apple choker
Sandra Bernhard is his twin
He'd probably even poke her
 
The B-boy was John Rooney
He was a fuckin' loony
He does a rap, he thinks he's black
He's soft like Gerry Cooney
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
 
Yo my name is Bill
Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh,
Smoke ten packs and use my plaque
Duh, with my breath I'll kill
 
Thursby is the lard ass
The monitors are his task
The sound they made when the band played
Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
 
The photobug is Ambo
He'll fill up any hairy hole
We'll blindfold you with dental floss
You burnt out fuckin' bimbo
 
The bottom line is Z
Oh please don't sit on me
Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt
You 1960's hippie!
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
 
This here was the story
About our fuckin' roadies
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration
 
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
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