Misc Your Songs - Julian grambau - in antarctica

I ^Cthought you were my ^Fbest friend ^Amnow I know ^Gthat's not all ^Ctrue that you would ^Fsend ^Amhorrible ^Ggifts like burnt ^Cfood I've had to ^Flive with a ^Ambunch of gassy ^Gpenguins in the ^FSouth

^COh dearest ^AmGus, I was ^Dmreally in a ^Grush when I asked what ^Ctime it was Am Dm G

you ^Cleft on the plane with^Amout me ^Dmnever looking be^Ghind, to ^Cget me Am Dm G

^FThat's how I was ^Gstuck In Ant^Carctica

I ^Chate this kind of ^Fliving ^AmI have to, ^Ggo ice fish^Cing this is not the ^Fend ^AmI'll never stop ^Grunning to ^Cyou and when I ^Fget there, ^AmI'll punch you ^Gin, the ^Fface

^COh dearest ^AmGus, I was ^Dmreally in a ^Grush when I asked what ^Ctime it was Am Dm G

you ^Cleft on the plane with^Amout me ^Dmnever looking be^Ghind, to ^Cget me Am Dm G

^FThat's how I was ^Gstuck In Ant^Carctic^Ama- In Ant^Dmarctic^Ga- In Ant^Carctic^Ama- In Ant^Dmarctic^Ga- In Ant^Carctic^Ama- In Ant^Dmarctic^Ga- In Ant^Carctic^Ama- In Ant^Dmarctic^Ga- In Ant^Carctic^Ama- In Ant^Dmarctic^Ga- In Ant^Carctic^Ama-