Devendra Banhart - This beard is for siobhan

The ^Gdaughter of a ^F#man Was a ^Bmammal ^E She ^Abore the mark of ^Dfire And of ^Gflame Though they're both the ^Dsame

^GBorn unto the ^F#age of the ^Bgolden ^E Oh that ^Agolden age of endless ^Dloss and endless ^Ggain Tra la la ^Dla, now

^GBecause my lips have ^F#split All the little ^Bchildren ^E They all ^Ahide in front In the ^Dmiddle and in ^Gbehind La, la, la, ^Dla !

^GAnd because my nose has ^F#froze But I can keep on ^Bsmellin' ^E I could ^Asmell my little day away I could ^Dsmell my whole day ^Gaway Na da da ^Dda !

Now be^Gcause my teeth don't ^F#bite I can take 'em out ^Bdancin' I could ^Atake my little teeth out And i could ^Dshow them a real good ^Gtime Tra la la ^Dla

A ^Greal good time, a good time A real good ^Dtime, good time, a good time A real good ^Gtime....