Intro -x2-: C C7 Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Verse: C C7 Sid Vicious played a four-string Fender bass guitar and couldn’t sing Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 And everybody hated him except the ones who loved him C C7 A ukulele has four strings, but Sid did not play ukulele Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 He did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen Verse: C C7 If only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he could have been happy Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end C C7 He maybe would have not done all that heroin instead Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 He maybe would’ve sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend Chorus: C C7 So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing C C7 Do your homework with a fork and eat your fruit loops in the dark Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 And bring your etch-a-sketch to work and play your ukulele Bridge: Fsus2 G7 Ukulele small and forceful, ukulele, brave and peaceful C Fsus2 You can play the ukulele too it is painfully simple Fsus2 G7 Play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly A#6 Ukulele banish evil, ukulele save the people, Ukulele gleaming golden on the top of every steeple Verse: C C7 Lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Then gave her father forty-one, and left a tragic puzzle C C7 If only they had given her an instrument, those puritans Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Had lost the plot completely, see what happens when you muzzle Verse: C C7 A person’s creativity and do not let them sing and scream Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 And nowadays it’s worse ‘cause kids have automatic handguns C C7 It takes about an hour to teach someone to play the ukulele Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 G#out same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb you do the math-s- Chorus: C C7 So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing C C7 Do your homework with a fork and eat your fruit loops in the dark Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 And bring your etch-a-sketch to work and play your ukulele Bridge: Fsus2 G7 Ukulele, thing of wonder, ukulele, wand of thunder C Fsus2 You can play the ukulele too in London and down under Fsus2 G7 Play Joan Jett, and play Jacques Brel and Eminem and Neutral Milk A#6 Tell the children crush the hatred, play your ukulele naked If anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it Verse: C C7 Imagine there’s no music, imagine there are no songs Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Imagine that John Lennon wasn’t shot in front of his apartment C C7 Fsus2 Now imagine if John Lennon had composed “Imagine” for the ukulele G7sus4 G7 Maybe people would have truly got the message Verse: C C7 You may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Like if you want to change the world then why not quit and feed the hungry C C7 But people for millennia have needed music to survive Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 And that’s why I’ve promised John that I will not feel guilty Verse: C C7 So play your favorite Beatles song and make the subway fall in love Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 They’re only $19.95, that isn’t lots of money C C7 Play until the sun comes up and play until your fingers suffer Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Play LCD Soundsystem songs on your ukulele Verse: C C7 Quit the bitching on your blog and stop pretending art is hard Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Just limit yourself to three chords and do not practice daily C C7 You’ll minimize some stranger’s sadness with a piece of wood and plastic Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Holy xxxx it’s so fantastic, playing ukulele Verse: C C7 Eat your homework with a fork and do your fruit loops in the dark Fsus2 And bring your etch-a-sketch to work, your flask of jack, your vibrator your fear of heights, your nikon lens Verse: C C7 Your mom and dad, your disco stick, your soundtrack from “Karate Kid” Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Your ginsu knives, your rosary, your new Rebecca Black CD C C7 Your favorite room, your bowie knife, your stuffed giraffe, your new glass eye Fsus2 G7sus4 G7 Your sousaphone, your breakfast tea, your Nick Drake tapes, your giving tree C C7 Your ice cream truck, your missing wife, your will to live, your urge to cry Fsus2 C Remember we’re all going to die so play your ukulele
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