Richard Shindell - Parasol ants

The thief is ^Cdown ^G Flat on the ^Cground ^G Face on ce^Cment A ^Dcrowd gathers a^Cround ^G His old black ^Ccoat ^G Thrown over his ^Chead ^G The crowd's all ^Chushed 'Cause it ^Glooks like he's ^Ddead ^{G C G C G}

He's got a limited ^Cview ^G Just one patch of ^Clight ^G Shining ^Cdown On a ^Dcurious ^Csight ^G Parasol ^Cants ^G In a perfect ^Cline ^G With bright green ^Cleaves ^DRaised up high

He is ^Cgod and those ^Emleaves are ^Csails ^G He is ^Emgod and his ^Cbreath is the ^Dgale He is ^Cgod with^Em time to ^Akill He is ^Cgod and he can ^Ddo just

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what he will

God is ^Cbored ^G So it's, what the ^Chell ^G He let's go a ^Cgust Just to ^Dwatch them ^Cflail ^G The ants go ^Cflying In^G disar^Cray ^G Those bright green ^Cleaves ^DAll blown away

He is ^Cgod and those ^Emleaves are ^Csails ^G He is ^Emgod and his ^Cbreath is the ^Dgale He is ^Cgod with^Em time to ^Akill He is ^Cgod and he can ^Ddo just

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what he will

God's got ^Cproblems ^G He's busted but ^Cgood ^G He ain't ^Cnothing Just a ^Dwell-known local ^Chood ^G The ants keep ^Ccoming ^G They pay him n^Co mind ^G They've got lea^Cves to move They just ^Dmarch on by

He is ^Cgod and those ^Emleaves are ^Csails ^G He is ^Emgod and his ^Cbreath is the ^Dgale He is ^Cgod with^Em time to ^Akill He is ^Cgod and he can ^Ddo just

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what he will