They Might Be Giants - Nothings gonna change my clothes

All the ^Epeople are so happy now, their ^C#7heads are caving in I'm ^F#mglad they are a snowman with pr^Bo- tec- tive rub- ber skin But every ^Glittle thing's a dom- i- no that ^Cfalls on different dots And ^Gcrashes in- to ev- ery- thing that ^Ctries to make it ^Bstop And the ^Emirror it reflects a tiny ^C#7dancing skeleton Surr^F#mounded be a fleshy overc^Boat and swaddled in A furry ^Ehat, elastic mask, a pair of s^C#7hiny marble dice Some p^Geople call them snake-eyes but to ^Cme they look like ^Bmice

^Enothing's smelling ^C#mlike a rose ^A but I don^A#dim't care if ^Eno one's coming ^Bup for air, ^C#m 'cause I ^A know ^Enothing's gonna ^C#mchange my ^Aclothes, ^A#dimever anymore