Biography:
The Fratellis is an alternative rock band from Glasgow, Scotland who took their name from the villains in the film "The Goonies" (although, by coincidence, Barry's mother's maiden name is in fact Fratelli). The band consisted of lead vocalist and guitarist Jon Fratelli (real name John Lawler), bass guitarist Barry Fratelli (real name Barry Wallace), and drummer, backing vocalist, occasional guitarist and banjo player Mince Fratelli (real name Gordon McRory).
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- Chelsea Dagger
- Cigarello
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- Milk And Money
- Mon Yous Mon Us But No Them
- Nina
- She's Not Gone Yet But She's Leaving
- Vince The Loveable Stoner
- Whislte For The Choir
- Whistle For The Choir
- 3 Skinny Girls
- A Heady Tale
- B Movie Saga
- Baby Dont You Lie To Me
- Baby Fratelli
- Boy Scout To The End
- Costello Music
- Creepin Up The Backstairs
- Desperate Guy
- Dirty Barry Stole The Bluebird
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- Dogtown
- Down The Road And Back Again
- Getting Surreal
- Gutterati
- Halloween Blues
- Imposter Little By Little
- Imposters Acoustic
- Ive Been Blind
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- Laughing Gas
- Lazybones
- Lonesome Anti
- Look Out Sunshine
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- Me And The Devil
- Milk Money
- Mistress Mabel
- Moonshine
- My Friend John
- Nobodys Favourite Actor
- Oh Scarlett
- Ole Black N Blue Eyes
- Pimp
- Pretty Like A Girl
- Rock N Roll Will Break Your Heart
- Rosanna
- Seven Nights Seven Days
- Shes Not Gone Yet But Shes Leaving
- Slow
- Sometimes You Just Cant Win
- Soul Crush
- Stacie Anne
- Stand Up Tragedy
- Star Crossed Losers
- Starcrossed Losers
- Steamin
- Stragglers Moon
- Sugartown
- Tell Me A Lie
- The Good Life
- The Next Time We Wed
- They Go Down
- Thief
- This Is Not The End Of The World
- This Old Ghost Town
- Too Much Talk In Tokyo
- Too Much Wine
- Until She Saves My Soul
- We Need Medicine Acoustic
- When All The Lights Go Out
- Whisky Saga
- Z Movies Saga
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Off UK version of Here We Stand. Just follow the pattern for the rest of the verses. Enjoy.
Jesus Stole My Baby
A G A G
Jesus stole my baby
A G A G
Jesus stole my girl
A G A G
He took her away for an hour every sunday
C D E
And cut all of her beautiful curls
A G D (x4)
She was always easy seven days of the week
A G D (x2)
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
C D E
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
A G D (x2)
Said that she just want's to save me
A G D (x2)
Said you can't go on the way that you are
A G D (x2)
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
C D E
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
E A D (x4)
E A D (x3)
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
G C B
Another simple boy on the telephone line
E A D (x3)
And though she is living here with me, I'm aching to be free
G C B
She takes it all so god damn seriously
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've been in
Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
May not be nice but thats the way that it is
And I'm lost here among the clowns, Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones, of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me, I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously
Jesus Stole My Baby
A G A G
Jesus stole my baby
A G A G
Jesus stole my girl
A G A G
He took her away for an hour every sunday
C D E
And cut all of her beautiful curls
A G D (x4)
She was always easy seven days of the week
A G D (x2)
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
C D E
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
A G D (x2)
Said that she just want's to save me
A G D (x2)
Said you can't go on the way that you are
A G D (x2)
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
C D E
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
E A D (x4)
E A D (x3)
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
G C B
Another simple boy on the telephone line
E A D (x3)
And though she is living here with me, I'm aching to be free
G C B
She takes it all so god damn seriously
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've been in
Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
May not be nice but thats the way that it is
And I'm lost here among the clowns, Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones, of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me, I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously
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