"Ten Cent Blues"
Bapo 1st fret. G, Am, C
F#
Dear orthodox,
G#m
I can't control my feelings,
B
And who hit me?
G#m
I just might be
B
Coming round the bush
B G#m
And my stilts, they began cracking
B
Subsequently pushed
F#
And I looked to see that it was she
G#m
Just some abandoned little crook like me
B G#m
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
B
This was the ending, please
F# G#m
Oh, whoa...
B G#m
I was attached on bended knee
B
But I declined my leave
F#
But who could blame
G#m
G# fraction of her being?
B G#m
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
B
With her uncanny styling
B G#m
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
B
She just has no wit
F#
And I'm sorry I don't have her face
G#m
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
B G#m
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
B
With such an abstract grace
F# G#m
Oh, whoa...
B G#m
There is no cure, I am sure
B
For these ten cent blues
F#
And then she chose to dissect me
G#m
And I was casted into poverty
B G#m
But I did not agree with her
B
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"
B F#
But I don't care if I'm granted
G#m
For all these things
B G#m
If I were one among this crowd
B
Would you call that defeat?
F# G#m
In a way it's making me crazy
F# G#m
In a sense that it's making me stronger
F# G#m
G# likely chance, and it's probably proven
F# G#m
In the end we'll all walk away
G#m F#
Shaking hands on the doormat
F# G#m
I salute you, sir
B G#m
G# stranger and a happy fit
G#m B
I'm glad I'm part of it
B G#m G#mG
And that I saw it all