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Bad Touch Tom: Am
Am C
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
G F
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only prince would sing about
Am C
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
G F
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
Am C
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
G F
I want you smothered want you covered like my waffle house hashbrowns
Am C
Come quicker than fedex never reach an apex like coca-cola stock you are inclined
G F
To make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time
Do it now
Am C
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
G F
So lets do it like they do on the discovery channel (Do it again now)
Am C
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
G F
So lets do it like they do on the discovery channel (Get horny now!)
Am C
Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
G F
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Am C
Hieroglyphics? let me be specific I wanna be down in your south seas
G F
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means small craft advisory
Am C
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, b5 you sunk my battleship
G F
Please turn me on I'm mister coffee with an automatic drip
Am C
So show me yours I'll show you mine tool time you'll Lovett just like Lyle
G G
And then well do it doggy style so we can both watch x-files
(chorus) Complimentary
Right Turn Clyde Tom: F
F
Times New Roman you know the type
G
Calling me Public Enemy but don't believe the hype
Am
Tough guy like the one in "Star 80" wanna bait me
Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me
F
Gave your girl a little wink so you make a big stink
G
Shoulder's got a chip so you flip like a Tiddlywink
Am
Know what I think? I think you might be Darwin's missing link
Get all bent out of shape when the heat is on just like a Shrinky Dink
F
Bet I can take a hint better than I can take a hit
G
Completely incompatible though I'm a pussy and you're a dick
Am
How can you hold a grudge when you can't even hold a job?
Should have known butter but you're not corn on the cob
F
I choose to use a song for a weapon not a sword struck a chord
G
If I wanted to see stars I'll watch the "Academy Awards"
Am
That's why I ran like a Flock Of Seagulls why make-up like Mary Kay?
You must've given up on hair plugs 'cause now you're going toupee
F G Am All in all you're just another dick with no balls
F
Mama said talk this out and resolve
G
Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve
Am
Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool
Half with it half wit half finished high school
F
Give you a piece of my mind but I know you want it splattered
G
Heard you like your women like you like your shrimp you like 'em battered
Am
Wife beater perfectly fitting apparel
Where's your brother Daryl? Where's your other brother Daryl?
F
Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare
G
Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs but do I care?
Am
No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime
I'll be glad to do your girlfriend I'll be glad that you do time
F
Here's the deal I cop a feel you cop a plea but get the maximum
G
Now we both got records but the difference is mine's platinum
Am
Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp in your cell now though alone
When you're choking your chicken your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone
(chorus)
F G Am Right turn Clyde (repeat as long as it takes)
Pennsylvania Tom: C
C Am
We are "cop rock" we are screech
Em
We are z. cavaricci
We are laser removed G Tasmanian devil tattoos
C Am
We are third string we are puck
Em
We are special people's club
We are the half shirts with G Irreverent spring break top ten lists
C.Am,Em,G x 2
C Am
We are munsoned we are squat
Em
We are flashing twelve o'clock
We are spread out butt cheeks G Pulled apart so just the air leaks
C Am
We are "ishtar" we are tab
Em
We are no right turn on red
We are the moustaches G The beatles grew when they dropped acid
C Am You are the heart dotting "i" Em G In the word "apologize" C Am Scribbled drunk on a postcard Em G Sent from somewhere volcanoes are C Am I am the heart with no name Em G Airbrushed on the license plate
C Am Of a subaru that was Em G Registered in Pennsylvania
C Am
We are zima we are barf
Em
We are cinderblock yard art
We are baldwin brothers
G
Not the good one but the others
C Am
We are amway we are shemp
Em
We are sir david of brent
We are the queef after
G
A porn star breaks the gang bang record
C Am You are the heart dotting "i" Em G In the word "apologize" C Am Scribbled drunk on a postcard Em G Sent from somewhere volcanoes are C Am I am the heart with no name Em G Airbrushed on the license plate
C Am Of a subaru that was Em G Registered in Pennsylvania
C Am Em G Do you even know what a wawa is girl? C Am Em G Do you even know what a wawa is? C Am Em G Do you even know what a wawa is girl? C Am Em G Do you even know what a wawa is? G Em C F I'm in a state of P fuckin' A
Fire Water Burn Tom: G Intro: G Em G Em
Chorus G Em The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire G Em The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire G Em The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire D C We don’t need no water, let the mother*%@! C G Burn mother*@#!, BURN
Heavy Guitar (Bar Chords) G A Em G A Em G A Em G A Em
Verse 1 Acoustic G Em Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I’m a dumb white guy G Em I’m not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high G Em I don’t know mo folk ur peeps feed f@$#ing giving props to my hope coz she fly but I D C Can take the heat coz I’m the other white meat known as kid funky fry
Heavy
G Em
Yeh I’m hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye
G Em
But if I crash into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don’t shine
G Em
Coz I’m kinda like hung solo always struck in my own walkie
D C
I’m the root of all that’s good Yeh but you can call me cool
Chorus: Heavy G A Em The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire G A Em The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire G A Em The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire D C We don’t need no water, let the mother*%@! C G Burn mother*@#!, BURN
Heavy G A Em Eb G A Em Eb G A Em Eb G A Em
YO YO
G Em
This hardcore ghetto gangster, yo takes a lot of practice
G Em
I’m not black like Barry White no I am white like Freddie Black
G Em
So tell him heaven is five and the devil is six then that must make seven
G Em
This honkies gone to heaven
(Yeh I know the bottom bits missing)
PLAY INTRO AGAIN
Bad Touch Tom: Bm
Bm D
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
A E
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
Bm D
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
A E
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
Bm D
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
A E
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Bm D
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are
inclined
A E
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
Do it now
Chorus
Bm D
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
A E
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
Bm D
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
A E
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Along comes Mary Tom: Gm Intro:[: gm cm D cm | D# D cm D :]
gm
Every time I think that
D
I'm the only one who's lonely
D# cm
Someone calls on me
gm
And every now and then
D
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
D# cm
And curse those faults in me
Chorus:
gm A#
2x And then along comes Mary (Mary, Mary)
gm D
And does she want to give me kicks and
D#
be my steady chick
cm gm A#
And give me pick of memories
gm D
Or maybe rather gather tales
D# cm
from all the fails and tribulations
gm A#
No one ever sees
gm D# D cm
When we met I was sure out to lunch
D gm F A#
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
[: gm cm D cm | D# D cm D :]
Sweet as the punch
gm
When vague desire is the fire
D
in the eyes of chicks whose sickness
D# cm
Is the games they play
gm
And when the masquerade is played
D
the neighbor folks make jokes
D# cm
At who is most to blame today
gm A#
2x And then along comes Mary (Mary, Mary)
gm D
And does she want to set them free and
D# cm
let them see reality
gm A#
From where she got her name
gm
And will they struggle much
D D# cm
when told that such a tender touch of hers
gm D
Will make them not the same
gm D# D cm
When we met I was sure out to lunch
D gm F A#
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
[: gm cm D cm | D# D cm D :]
Sweet as the punch
gm
And when the morning of the warning's passed
D
the gassed and flaccid kids
D# cm
Are flung across the stars
gm
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
D
the songs have all been sung
D# cm
And hung upon the scars
Chorus:
gm A#
2x And then along comes Mary (Mary, Mary)
gm D
And does she want to see the stains,
D# cm
the dead remains of all the pain
gm A#
She left the night before
gm D
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies
D#
and make them realize
cm gm A#
Their urgent cry for sight no more
Outro:
5x: 1st Time: [: gm cm D | cm D# D cm :]
gm D# D cm
When we met I was sure out to lunch
D gm F A#
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
last time: Sweet as the punsh
I Hope You Die Tom: B Intro: |------------------------------------------------------------------ |------------------------------------------------------------------ |------------------------------------------------------------------ |-4-4-4-4-----4---5-5-5-5-----5---4-4-4-4-----4----7-7-7-7-----7--- |---------2-2---2-------------------------5-5---5------------------ |-------------------------3-3---3--------------------------5-5---5-
BRIDGE1:
|-------------2-2-3-5-
|-----2-3-3-5---------
|-4-4-----------------
|---------------------
|---------------------
|---------------------
B5 G5 D5 A5
i hope you flip some guy the bird he cuts you and off and forces you to swerve
B5 G5 D5 A5
in front of the beetles tour bus, a book bookmobile and a mack truck
B5 G5 D5 A5
hauling hazardous biological waste, the light turns red, you have no breaks
B5 G5 D5 A5
and hard copy gets it all on tape so you can see the look on your face.
B5 G5 D5 A5 B5 G5 D5 A5
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die
B5 G5 D5 A5
i hope your pinto begins to spin, takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
B5 G5 D5 A5
mows down a noble peice prize winner, and maybe some orphins have christmas dinner
B5 G5 D5 A5
perhaps even the british royal family and the rabbi thats clutching the bottle fed puppy
B5 G5 D5 A5
and we can't forget the newly weds and those jerry's kids are as good as dead
F#5 G5 e|-2-2-2h3p2---2-2-2h3p2---
i hope this helps to enphisize b|-----------5-----------5-
g|-------------------------
F#5 G5 e|-2-2-2h3p2---2-
i hope this helps clarify b|-----------5---
g|---------------
i hope you die
PLAY INTRO AND BRIDGE
B5 G5 D5 A5
i hope your cell mate thinks hes god but cnn refered to him as bowling bag bob
B5 G5 D5 A5
serveing time again for abuse of a corpse, only this time the victim's a clides dale horse
B5 G5 D5 A5
while he masterbates to photos of live stock he does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
B5 G5 D5 A5
eats fecese and quotes from deliverence, and fights with his inmaginary playmate vince
B5 G5 D5 A5 B5 G5 D5 A5
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die
B5 G5 D5 A5
i hope he grins like jake nicholsin and forces you to play a game called balls on chin
B5 G5 D5 A5
and whatever happens next is all a blur but you remember fist can be a verb
B5 G5 D5 A5
when you finally regain conciousness your bound and gaged in a wedding dress
B5 G5 D5 A5
and the prison gaurd looks the other way cuz he's the guy you flipped to bird the other day
F#5 G5 e|-2-2-2h3p2---2-2-2h3p2---
i hope this helps to enphisize b|-----------5-----------5-
g|-------------------------
F#5 G5 e|-2-2-2h3p2---2-
i hope this helps clarify b|-----------5---
g|---------------
i hope you die
PLAY INTRO AGAIN
Your Only Friends Are Make Believe Tom: A
A5 E5 A5 E5 Knock, knock Mr. Rogers, it's Mr. McFeelie A5 E5 A5 B5 I've brought you a letter - speedy delivery A5 E5 A5 E5 Well Mr. McFeelie, if this postage due A5 E5 A5 B5 You can go fuck yourself like captain Kangaroo A5 B5 C#5 E5* I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend A5 B5 E5* B5 But in the end I still have no friends
A5 E5 Do, do, do...
Mr. Rogers, I like your cardigan sweater Mr. McFeelie, shut up and give me my letter I don't want to talk to you, don't you understand? Why are you inside my house, you're just my fuckin' mailman?
I can go to land...
Do, do, do...
You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend But in the end you still have no friends You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend But in the end you still have no friends
Do, do, do...
A5 E5
You are my best friend too
D5 B5
I share the same views and hardly ever argue
Eat Spam from the can, watch late night C-Span
And rock out to old school Duran Duran
Your best friend is you, I'm my best friend too I share the same views and hardly ever argue Eat Spam from the can, watch late night C-Span And rock out to old school Duran Duran
Your best friend...
A5 E5 E5* B5 C#5 D5 E||-----------------------------------|--|| B||-----------------------------------|--|| G||------------9-----------------7----|--|| D||--7----2----9-----9----11-----7----|--|| A||--7----2----7-----9----11-----5----|--|| E||--5----0----------7----9-----------|--||
The Ballad Of Chasey Lain Tom: Bm Intro: 2x Bm A D A G A F#
1. Bm D G F#
Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to explain, I'm your biggest fan.
Bm D
I just wanted to ask, could I eat your ass?
G
Write back as soon as you can!
Ref: Bm D
You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick,
G F#
I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time,
Bm F#
You've had a lotta dick Chasey, but you ain't had mine.
Zw: (gleiche wie Intro)
2.
Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to complain, ya never wrote me back.
How could I ever eat your ass when ya treat your biggest fan like that
Ref:
Zw:
3.
Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to constrain, this letter is my last.
As your biggest fan, I must demand, you let me eat your ass.
Ref:
Zw:
Outro: A Bm
PS: Mom and Dad this is Chasey, Chasey this is my mom and dad.
D A E
Now show `em them titties, now show `em them titties!
PS: A Bm
Mom and Dad this is Chasey, Chasey this is my mom and dad.
D A E
Now show `em them titties, now show `em them titties!
Would ya fuck me for blow? + 1x Zw:
Fire Water Burn Tom: G Intro: G Em G Em
G Em
|: The roof the roof the roof is on fire :| 3x
D C
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D G Bm Em D G Bm Em
Burn motherfucker burn
G Em
Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
G Em
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high I
G Em
don't know mofo if y'all peeps buggin' give me props to my ho cause she fly But I can
A C A B
take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid Funky Fried' Yea
F# G Em
I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye But if I
G Em
crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine
G Em
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie
A C A B
I'm the root of all that's evil yea but you can call me cookie
F# G Em
|: The roof the roof the roof is on fire :| 3x
D C
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D G Bm Em D G Bm Em
Burn motherfucker burn
G Em
Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
G Em
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is So if
G Em
man is five and the devil is six than you must make me seven
G Em
This honkey's gone to heaven But if
G Em
I go to hell yeah then I hope I burn well I'll spend my
G Em
days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk And Kurt
G Em
Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist And
A C A B
Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the anti-christ
F# G Em
|: The roof the roof the roof is on fire :| 3x
D C
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
Burn motherfucker burn Everybody here we go
G Bm Em D
Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Throw your hands in the air
Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Wave 'em like you don't care
Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Everbody say ho
Ohh Ohh C'mon party people Ohh Ohh Everybody here we go