C                      F
Well, I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes,
     C                      G
And explaining where people belong.
       C                        F
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs,
         G                               C
And then talk through everything f**king song.
       Am                    F
I hate people in nightclubs, snorting coke,
    C                            G
And explaining where you're going wrong.
      Am                 F
Well, if you agree, come hate them with me,
     G                C
And feel free to sing along.

            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G   C  Csus C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc

           C                           F
And I hate pointless status updates on Facebook,
   C                     G
'FYI', we were never m - 8's.
   C                            F
We pretend to be friends on the internet,
            G                            C
Yet when in real life we have nothing to say,
       Am                    F
Oh, brother I've love for my mother,
    C                            G
For good times for music and my mates.
      Am                       F
Yeah, I love and I live, and I have love to give,
    G                            C
But sometimes all you can do is hate.

            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G   C  Csus C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc

  F                           F
I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,
         C                 G
But they only eat pizza and chips.
        C                     F                   C              
I hate stepping outside for a smoke and some guy, coughs
                     G
Like your lungs are his.
           Am                      F
And I hate queuing up for festival toilets,
G                          C
Especially when you need a sh*t.
           Am                      F
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,
    G                       C
You bunch of money grabbing pricks.

         F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
                      F    C   G   C  Csus C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc


C                                   F
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens,
          C                           G
They make ten year olds chase to grow up.
     C                        F           G                     C
"Hey kids lets be anorexic or better, eat chocolate 'til you throw up.
          Am                         F
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their stupid cars,
        C                             G
And the botox that makes them looked f**ked.
      C                             F
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's face?
   G                             C
It looks like it's been hit by a truck.

        F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc
        F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc
                    F    C   G   C  Csus C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc