Words Words Words - Bo Burnham, ukulele chords

Published: 2017-02-06 19:46
Selection chords: Sarah Harris

Verse:
        C                   E7        Am       F
Iʼm a feminine eminem, a slim shady lady But nice
cause I texted haiti
90 lady cops on the road and Iʼm arrested for doing 80.
Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds.
Iʼm a gay sea otter.
I blow other dudes out of the water.
Iʼm the man muffin, divinʼ, muffin,
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
Puffin whacky tobaccy
Hatin other rappers like Iʼm Helga Pataki
And Iʼve been rockin this mic before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - thatʼs before the common era.
Woah I canʼt be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chickʼs got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium,
Iʼll fuck you up.
A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person.
I give the perspective a switch and bo talks in the third person.
Just relax, if you wanna know me, hereʼs two facts

Chorus:
   C             E7                  Am
I hate catchy choruses and Iʼm a hypocrite.
      F
A Hungry hungry hippocrite.
  C             E7                  Am     F
I hate catchy choruses and Iʼm a hypocrite.

Verse:
   C             E7            Am              F
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
We ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate cancer semi-colon,
Find that hole like Iʼm Stephen Hawking,
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olieʼs colon.
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock
and I pass the time and
Rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the intact hymen.
Iʼm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider  inside her
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction
junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle midas

   C       E7        Am            F
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,
   C       E7            Am     F
Oedipus was the first motherfucker.

Chorus:
   C             E7                  Am
I hate catchy choruses and Iʼm a hypocrite.
       F
A Hungry hungry.. quick pause
   C             E7                  Am     F
I hate catchy choruses and Iʼm a hypocrite.

Verse:
   C       E7      Am     F
We the people of the USA
Jose, weʼre not talkin to you, esse.
   C     E7      Am     F
We got a border in order to keep you out,
Itʼs what my NYU essayʼs about
   C       E7      Am     F
Cause weʼre, xenophobic warrior princess,
Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?
   C     E7      Am     F
"I WANT YOU" to smell my finger
Does my nephewʼs scent still linger?
   C       E7      Am     F
South of queers, north of hell,
The queer ones suck and the brown oneʼs smell
   C     E7      Am     F
We guard the border and we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
   C                    E7            Am
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco,
             F
hey you better let that rock go
   C                  E7
Cause in real life goliath wins
  Am         F                         F
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.

Chorus:
   C             E7                  Am
I hate catchy choruses and Iʼm a hypocrite.
      F
A Hungry hungry hippocrat
   C             E7                  Am   F
I hate catchy choruses and Iʼm a hypocrite.

Outro:
   C                      E7                     Am    F
Bitches and hoes, boʼs hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
   C                      E7                     Am    F
Bitches and hoes donʼt exist because the hoes know boʼs a feminist,
   C                      E7                     Am    F
Bitches and hoes donʼt exist because the hoes know boʼs a feminist
      C                       E7                     Am    F
So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
      C                      E7
Take off your bras and burn em, burn em or you can
Am    F
let bo burnham burn em
      C                        E7                     Am    F
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let me burn em!
      C                      E7                    Am          F
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em!