F#m                                 A 
My teacher always told me I should get some rest 
                                     D 
I gotta be a prodigy for that Monday morning test 
      F#m                    A                
But I said , good luck, you better wish me the best 
                            N.C. 
Just before I dozed off and went back to bed 
F#m                                         A 
See I be munching on the biscuits at the back of the room 
           C#                D 
Whilst Johnny on ket and Jed on shrooms 
                   F#m                     A 
And then there Katie all ketted, Kiera doing balloons 
                 C#                          D 
I see the lads they sticking stuff up their nose at noon 


          F#m                              A 
It the teenage culture Pain is pimples acupuncture  
          C#                            D 
Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers And misleading infrastructure 
     F#m                                    A 
Got your paperclips and pingers And your SoundCloud rapper singers 
       C#                            D 
Filter papers riz and ringers Adolescence and beginners 

 
       F#m                           A 
How we can sleep, see the morning sun 
      C#                     D 
With our small talk til our days are done 
F#m                           A 
Tried to hibernate when we tried to run 
C#                  D 
Up again for the morning sun 
   F#m                      A 
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip 
          C#                     D 
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips 
    F#m                          A 
So speech is slurred after just one sip 
    C#                            D 
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip 


N.C. 
It time for Monday morning games, guess we must abide  
N.C. 
No composure on the pitch it just a 5 a side 
N.C. 
But the goalie pretty shit and ball to hand collide 
N.C. 
It the hand of God, the ref just let it slide  
F#m                                    A 
Now miss is bribing us with stickers Oh, could she get any thicker? 
           C#                          D 
But with liquor we consider Not the 10-year-olds in kickers 
F#m                           A 
How we wanted to be older That what we always told her 
C#                                      D 
So, chin up fallen solider We just trying to stay sober 


          F#m                              A 
It the teenage culture Pain is pimples acupuncture  
          C#                            D 
Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers And misleading infrastructure 
     F#m                                    A 
Got your paperclips and pingers And your SoundCloud rapper singers 
       C#                            D 
Filter papers riz and ringers Adolescence and beginnerss 


       F#m                           A 
How we can sleep, see the morning sun 
      C#                     D 
With our small talk til our days are done 
F#m                           A 
Tried to hibernate when we tried to run 
C#                  D 
Up again for the morning sun 
   F#m                      A 
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip 
          C#                     D 
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips 
    F#m                          A 
So speech is slurred after just one sip 
    C#                            D 
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip 


F#m                                          A 
It time for independent reading got my Biff and Chip 
     C#                                   D 
I swapped the water for whiskey bout to take a sip 
F#m                                          A 
So then my teacher takes a look and tells me  a grip 
         C#                         D 
But now the class is looking boring  Miss, in a bit 
               F#m                           A 
She said  back to your seat I let your parents know 
C#                            D 
So, I put on a little limp , I hurt my toe 
F#m                                            A 
She says  then, to the nurse then you better go 
C#                                          D 
I not heading for the nurse Now that was quite a show 


          F#m                              A 
It the teenage culture Pain is pimples acupuncture  
          C#                            D 
Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers And misleading infrastructure 
     F#m                                    A 
Got your paperclips and pingers And your SoundCloud rapper singers 
       C#                            D 
Filter papers riz and ringers Adolescence and beginners 


       F#m                           A 
How we can sleep, see the morning sun 
      C#                     D 
With our small talk til our days are done 
F#m                           A 
Tried to hibernate when we tried to run 
C#                  D 
Up again for the morning sun 
   F#m                      A 
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip 
          C#                     D 
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips 
    F#m                          A 
So speech is slurred after just one sip 
   N.C.                             
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip