Amanda Palmer - Ukulele anthem

Sid ^CVicious played a four-string Fender ^C7bass guitar and couldn't sing And ^Fsus2everybody hated him ex^G7sus4cept the ones who ^G7loved him A ^Cukulele has four strings, but ^C7Sid did not play ukulele ^Fsus2He did smack and probably killed his ^G7sus4girlfriend Nancy ^G7Spungen

If ^Conly Sid had had a uku^C7lele, maybe he would have been ^Fsus2happy Maybe he would not have ^G7sus4suffered such a ^G7sad end He ^Cmaybe would have not done all that ^C7heroin instead He maybe ^Fsus2would've sat around just singing ^G7sus4nice songs to his ^G7girlfriend

So ^Cplay your favorite cover song, e^C7specially if the words are wrong 'cause ^Fsus2even if your grades are bad, it ^G7sus4doesn't mean you're ^G7failing ^CDo your homework with a fork and ^C7eat your fruit loops in the dark And ^Fsus2bring your etch-a-sketch to work and ^G7sus4play your uku^G7lele

^Fsus2Ukulele, small and fierceful, ^G7ukulele, brave and peaceful ^CYou can play the ukulele, ^Fsus2too, it is painfully simple ^Fsus2Play your ukulele badly, ^G7play your ukulele loudly ^Bb6Ukulele banish evil, ukulele save the people ^Bb6Ukulele gleaming golden from the top of every steeple

^CLizzie borden took an axe and ^C7gave her mother forty whacks Then ^Fsus2gave her father forty-one and ^G7sus4left a tragic ^G7puzzle If ^Conly they had given her an ^C7instrument, those puritans Had ^Fsus2lost the plot completely, see what ^G7sus4happens when you ^G7muzzle

A ^Cperson's creativity and ^C7do not let them sing and scream And ^Fsus2nowadays it's worse, 'cause kids have ^G7sus4automatic ^G7handguns It ^Ctakes about an hour to teach some^C7one to play the ukulele A^Fsus2bout the same to teach someone to ^G7sus4build a standard ^G7pipe bomb, you do the math!

So ^Cplay your favorite cover song, e^C7specially if the words are wrong 'cause ^Fsus2even if your grades are bad, it ^G7sus4doesn't mean you're ^G7failing ^CDo your homework with a fork and ^C7eat your fruit loops in the dark And ^Fsus2bring your flask of jack to work and ^G7sus4play your uku^G7lele

^Fsus2Ukulele, thing of wonder, ^G7ukulele, wand of thunder ^CYou can play the ukulele, ^Fsus2too, in London and down under ^Fsus2Play Joan Jett and play Jacques Brel and ^G7Eminem and Neutral Milk Ho- ^Bb6Tell the children, crush the hatred, play your ukulele naked If ^Bb6anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it

I^Cmagine there's no music, ima^C7gine there are no songs Imagine ^Fsus2that John Lennon wasn't shot in ^G7sus4front of his a^G7partment Now i^Cmagine if John Lennon had com^C7posed "Imagine" for the uku^Fsus2lele Maybe people would have ^G7sus4truly got the ^G7message

You ^Cmay think my approach is simple-^C7minded and naive Like if you ^Fsus2want to change the world, then why not ^G7sus4quit and feed the ^G7hungry? But ^Cpeople for millennia have ^C7needed music to survive And ^Fsus2that is why I've promised John that ^G7sus4I will not feel ^G7guilty

So ^Cplay your favorite Beatles song and ^C7make the subway fall in love They're ^Fsus2only nineteen ninety-five, that ^G7sus4isn't lots of ^G7money ^CPlay until the sun comes up and ^C7play until your fingers suffer ^Fsus2Play LCD Soundsystem songs ^G7sus4on your uku^G7lele

^CQuit the bitching on your blog and ^C7stop pretending art is hard Just ^Fsus2limit yourself to three chords and ^G7sus4do not practice ^G7daily You'll ^Cminimize some stranger's sadness ^C7with a piece of wood and plastic ^Fsus2Holy fuck, it's so fantastic, ^G7sus4playing uku^G7lele

^CEat your homework with a fork and ^C7do your fruit loops in the dark And ^Fsus2bring your etch-a-sketch to work, your flask of jack, your vibrator Your ^Fsus2fear of heights, your Nikon lens

Your ^Cmom and dad, your disco stick, your ^C7soundtrack to "Karate Kid" Your ^Fsus2ginsu knives, your rosary, your ^G7sus4new Rebecca ^G7Black CD Your ^Cfavorite room, your bowie knife, your ^C7stuffed giraffe, your new glass eye Your ^Fsus2sousaphone, your breakfast tea, your ^G7sus4Nick Drake tapes, your ^G7giving tree Your ^Cice cream truck, your missing wife, your ^C7will to live, your urge to cry Re^Fsus2member we're all gonna die, so play your uku^Clele