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The Necastle Song By Daniel Arvitson (I think that's how it's spelt) OK well here's a song which'd only be familiar to novocastrians, but hey, it's a ripper so this is my first attempt at contributing music. Hopefully I'm one of the first people to work this song out, even though it didn't take me too long. Oh also the words I've written as the lyrics are as close to what I heard, and some I just didn't even bother, but a few of them are probably different to what I wrote. Right well enough of me, oh except if you wanna have a chat or pick holes in my chords, then my email is email@example.com have a good one! The chords used are fairly basic, but if you don't know them well I'm sure you'll find the fingering somewhere on this site. The chord pattern for the verses is E, A, G, played sort of with E for one beat, A for two and then G for the last. You sorta have to hear the song to know what I'm crapping on about, but anyways. The chorus is E, A, B, strumming E on each syllable of New-cas-tle, then the otehr two are strummed twice each in the Whoooa bit. There's some different chords strummed for those little pre-chorus bits, but I haven't gotten around to them yet. Well that's all I can tell you in words. You wanna know how the song goes properly and not based on my piss-weak analyisis then by the single for yourself. Is there anyone here from Newcastle? West Wallesnd has flannos and motor bikes Barbies, it's a surfin' life Cooks hill, (I dunno what he says here) East end party, party party Izzo, Carro, lock your doors Or if you're lucky pull down your drawers Hammo's Cosmopolitan (Sorry I dunno this line either) He got out at civic station, walked across the lines He saw the big penis Said 'where the f*** am I?' CHORUS Oh Newcastle Whoooooaaaa Yeah Newcastle Whooooaaaaa Yeah Newcastle Whooooaaaaa It's so beautiful my dear, and they can bury me here (Something), show, bucks night Pub crawls in a double decker and Dickheads, in a fight Probably over someone's hair Cos the J-R is rockin' hard The black Tshirts and mini-skirts Jump club, fann-oi's Can we get a cab cos my feet hurt? With 'Khe Sanh' on the radio And orange shit in the sky The tourist grabs his road map, Says 'where the f*** am I?' CHORUS Well it's time to head, it's getting ugly Shit-faced people with the munchies Migrate to maccas or hamburger haven for beer and (something) and egg and bacon And the bogie hole for skinny dipping (somehting here), carpark kissing Some are sightseeing, some I bet are At John Hunter nine months later With thirty-thousand people screaming 'Go the Knights!' The footballer looks around him, Says 'where the f*** am I?' Oh Newcastle Whooooaaaaa Yeah Newcastle Whoooooaaaa Yeah Newcastle Whoooaaaaa It's so beautiful Who's been to the beaches on a Sunday night Newcastle Whoooooaaaaaa And who's driven over Stockton bridge to see the city lights at night Newcastle Whoooooaaaaa Cos I've been to Nobby's to watch the dawn And nearly pissed my pants from a ship's foghorn Ooooooooooo Oh Newcastle Whooooaaaaaa Yeah Newcastle Whoooooaaaaaa Yeah Newcastle Whoooooaaaaa Yeah Newcastle, Newcastle, Newcastle Whoooooaaaaa