Old King Cole taby ukulele według The Mechanisms (Chwyty barytonu)

[Intro]
Dm Fm Gm A
Dm Fm Gm Am

[Verse]
Dm                  Fm                
Old King Cole was a brutal soul, and a
Gm                  Dm
bloody red soul had he
Dm                            Fm      
He called for his mead and his gun so 
            Gm                       
cold, and he called for his little 
 Am
pigs three
Bb                     Gm             
Now every piggy had a razor blade and 
Fm                A
sharpened it with glee
   Dm
Oh, far and near, they all learn fear 
from King Cole and his little pigs 
three


[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
Am                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight

[Verse]
Dm                 Fm               Gm 
Old King Cole was not missold, of years
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he had a hundred score,
Dm                    Fm               
The dark appliance of infernal science 
     Gm                Dm
would give him millennia more
Bb                        Gm          
And he would watch as the suns burned 
       Fm                 A
out, collapsing from their core
   Dm
Oh, never to forgive he would eternal 
live, his hands dyed red by gore.

[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
Am                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight

[Verse]
Dm                 Fm                 
Old King Cole had conquered and stole 
   Gm                   Dm
the wealth of a thousand suns
Dm                  Fm                 
Surrounded was he by bodyguards three, 
   A                              Dm
who murdered for their sovereign’s fun
Bb                Gm                 
Arrayed in armour black as ebony, it 
Dm             A
did no good to run
   Bb                 Dm
Whatever the task, the grim pig mask 
would tell you that your days were 
done

[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
Am                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight

[Spoken]
N.C.
“In the centre of Zantine, capitol city
of New Constantinople,
there stood a vast palace. Cavernous 
halls by their hundreds were cared for
by staff too numerous to count, while 
beneath, tunnels and passageways unused
for a dozen
lifetimes sprawled under the city like 
a spider’s web, reaching every nook and
lurking place.
Somewhere at the centre of this 
labyrinth, there stood a small, 
unremarkable chamber,
roughly hewn from thick black rock, 
where King Cole sat on his white 
throne.
His shrivelled frame seemed all the 
more twisted and unnatural on its ivory
bulk, surrounded,
as always, by the three little pigs: 
silent guardians who never spoke as the
blood pooled on the floor
before their ruler. The feast was soon 
to begin.”

[Verse]
Dm                  Fm              
Old King Cole had a tale he told to 
Gm                       Dm
those brought before his throne.
Dm                   F              
Immense and white it gleamed in the 
           A                     Dm
night, the colour of sun-bleached 
bone.
Dm                  Gm                
He’d whisper softly in their ear, the 
Dm                A
words were never known.
Dm
None could tell what he said, save for 
the dead and the three little pigs 
alone.

[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
A                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight