F Bb Gm C I know what you’re thinking what’s Barney been drinking that girl was smokin’ hot F Bb Gm C Yes I could’ve nailed her but no it’s not a failure ‘cause there’s one thing she is not Dm C To score a ten would be just fine but I’d rather be dressed to the nines F Dm Bb F Gm Bb C It’s a truth you can’t refute C Nothing suits me like a suit F Bb Gm C Picture a world where all the boys and girls are impeccably well-dressed F Bb That delivery guy in a jacket and tie Gm C That puppy in a double breast Dm That eighties dude with mutton chops C That baby with a lollipop F Dm Bb F Gm Bb C That lady cop who’s kinda cute Nothing suits me like a suit F Dm Wingmen I can wear, they’re oh so debonair Bb Gm C The perfect way to snare a girl with daddy issues Dm Bb In navy, blue, or black, check out this perfect rack Gm Bb C I want to give them a squeeze Gm Bb C Dm (Marshall) Oh really? Then answer these questions if you please Dm What would you do if you had to choose between your suits and a pot of gold? (Suits) Bb (Ted) What would you say if you gave your suits away and in return you’d never grow old? (Suits) Gm (Robin) What would you pick one million chicks or a single three-piece suit? (It’s moot) C (Lily) What if world peace were within your reach— (Barney) I’m gonna stop you right there. It’s suits. Come on Lily. Get your head out of your ass. C 2 – 3 – 4! F Dm Bb C Girls will go and girls will come but there’s only one absolute F Dm Bb C Every bro on the go needs to know that there’s no accepted substitute Dm C I’m sorry suits lets make amends my Sunday best are my best friends F Dm Bb C Send casual Friday down the laundry chute F Dm Bb C F Dm ‘Cause nothing suits me the undisputed oft-saluted suitor of repute Bb Like C A... Wait for it! F Dm Bb C Suit! End on F.