Hunters & Collectors - Mr Bigmouth

      little trumpet part at the end of the pre-chorus 
E---------3-----5----------------------------------------
B----5----------------3------3---------------------------
G----------------------------------5------2-----5-------- 
D--------------------------------------------------------
A--------------------------------------------------------
E--------------------------------------------------------

The F chord doesn't sound like it has the Low E, so try playing it without.

[verse]
    Am             G        F        G
Mr. Bigmouth was born for adventure
    Am             G          F        G
Mr. Bigmouth was born to be obeyed
    Am           G
A little quality time
         F           G
A little white collar crime
       Am       G                 F           C
Pretty soon Mr. Bigmouth's little business was made

[verse]
    Am             G           F           G
Mr. Bigmouth had a mind like a steel trap
    Am                G              F        G
He worked it like a well-oiled machine
    Am               G
He kept it running all night
     F            G
He was doin' all right
        Am              G                 F           C
Yeah he kept his little business pretty clean

[chorus]
       Dm       Am                  Bb
Oh but how much self-control do you need
   F                      Dm
To wrestle with the beast inside?
            Am            Bb
When you're crippled with greif
          F                  Am
That much weakness you can't hide...

[verse]
    Am             G         F           G
Mr. Bigmouth was born to be needed
    Am                G       F        G
Mr. Bigmouth was born to take control
       Am                  G
He was groomed to play the patsy
         F               G
It was a dumb job but he enjoyed it
         Am           G              F            C
With his stiff little finger for the nasty little whore

[verse]
         Am               G             F           G
When his lordship's personality started leakin'
       Am              G        F           G
He was sworn to do his duty and bring
        Am         G
All the ratbags to justice
F                G               Am
God save the old school tie,
                   G                 F           C
For the honor of a member is looking twisted and obscene

[chorus]
   Dm            Am             Bb
So how much self-control do you need
   F                      Dm
To wrestle with the beast inside?
            Am            Bb
When you're crippled with greif
          F                  Dm
That much weakness you can't hide

[chorus]
           Am                  Bb
You got to scrounge for inspiration
           F            Dm
You got to crawl to the teacher
            Am                        Bb
And all the helpless weaklings in the schoolyard
           F                            Em              G          Em
You got to stand up for yourself and cut 'em down,

[outro]
G       Em    
(and repeat chords till end of song)