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So this is my first attempt at this. If there are any mistakes, feel free to comment. Thanks! :]
Kimya Dawson - Parade
Standard Tuning
Chords Used: A D Em
A
White man in white pants was dancing
D
inside out and lost his ass
Em A
a little black girl on black rollerblades
A
found his butt and picked it up
D
and gave it back and said "hey pops,
Em A
c'mon down we're having a parade!"
A
everybody in this town
D
is turning brown, it's summertime
Em A
c'mon down we're having a parade
A
don't answer your phone, let it sing
D
and join the orchestra of rings
Em A
that will be our soundtrack for today
D A
a million people realize there's better things to do
D A
than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
D A
like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
Em
singing "I'm in New York City, don't I look so pretty?" Hey!
A
mike bloomberg and jesse jackson
D
sit in tompkins square relaxin'
Em A
reach a stalemate start another game
A
sarah jessica, tawana,
D
and the indian jane fonda
Em A
eating mr. softies in the shade
A
a big fat mama in a thong
D
and a college girl with nothing on
Em A
share a laugh over a lemonade
D
seven foot trannies trading tricks
A
with business men on pogo sticks
Em A
'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!
D A
a million people realizing that reality
D A
is much more real outside their door than it is on TV
D A
a plethora of specimens have taken to the street
Em
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"
A
it's summertime in new york city
D
and the people aren't just plain old pretty
Em A
they're hot as hell, i think i'm gonna faint
A
even the junkies and the hari krishnas
D
and the guy who spray paints solar systems
Em A
on the backs of plastic paper plates
A
it's so hot you could fry an egg
D
on the back of the pit-bull humping my leg
Em A
i kinda like it, what more can i say?
A
'cept here comes hot dog in her wig
D
she's three times a lady, sweating like a pig
Em A
the sun is shining everything's okay
D A
a million people realize a smile on someone's face
D A
is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
D A
and what makes people smile more than a big parade
Em
through the streets of new york city
Em
where everyone's so pretty
Em
life used to be so shitty
Em
but it's summertime, summertime, summertime
Em
Woohoo!
