Amanda Palmer - Ukulele Anthem, аккорды

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Sid Vicious played a four-string Fender bass guitar 
and couldn’t sing  
      
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And everybody hated him except the ones who loved him  
    
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А  ukulele has four strings, but Sid did not play ukulele    
 
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He did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen  
  
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If only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he could have been happy  
 
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Maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end  
    
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He maybe would have not done all that heroin instead  
            
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He maybe would’ve sat around just singing nice songs 
to his girlfriend  
  
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So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
      
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Cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing  
 
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Do your homework with a fork and eat your fruit loops in the dark  
      
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And bring your etch-a-sketch to work and play your ukulele  
  
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Ukulele small and forceful, ukulele, brave and peaceful  
 
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You can play the ukulele too it is painfully simple  
 
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Play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly  
 
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Ukulele banish evil, ukulele save the people, 
  
Ukulele gleaming golden on the top of every steeple  
  
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Lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks  
        
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Then gave her father forty-one, and left a tragic puzzle  
    
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If only they had given her an instrument, those puritans  
       
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Had lost the plot completely, see what happens when you muzzle  
  
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А person’s creativity and do not let them sing and scream  
      
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And nowadays it’s worse ‘cause kids have automatic handguns 
    
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It takes about an hour to teach someone to play the ukulele  
   
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About same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb 
you do the math-s- 
  
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So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
      
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Cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing  
 
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Do your homework with a fork and eat your fruit loops in the dark  
      
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And bring your etch-a-sketch to work and play your ukulele  
  
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Ukulele, thing of wonder, ukulele, wand of thunder 
 
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You can play the ukulele too in London and down under  
 
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Play Joan Jett, and play Jacques Brel and Eminem and Neutral Milk 
 
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Tell the children crush the hatred, play your ukulele naked    
If anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it  
  
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Imagine there’s no music, imagine there are no songs  
          
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Imagine that John Lennon wasn’t shot in front of his apartment  
        
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Now imagine if John Lennon had composed “Imagine” for the ukulele  
                          
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Maybe people would have truly got the message  
  
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You may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve  
      
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Like if you want to change the world then why not quit 
and feed the hungry  
      
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But people for millennia have needed music to survive  
      
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And that’s why I’ve promised John that I will not feel guilty  
  
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So play your favorite Beatles song and make the subway fall in love
         
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They’re only .95, that isn’t lots of money  
 
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Play until the sun comes up and play until your fingers suffer  
 
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Play LCD Soundsystem songs on your ukulele  
  
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Quit the bitching on your blog and stop pretending art is hard  
      
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Just limit yourself to three chords and do not practice daily  
        
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You’ll minimize some stranger’s sadness with a piece of wood 
and plastic  
 
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Holy xxxx it’s so fantastic, playing ukulele  
  
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Eat your homework with a fork and do your fruit loops in the dark  
      
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And bring your etch-a-sketch to work, your flask of jack, 
your vibrator  
your fear of heights, your nikon lens  
  
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Your mom and dad, your disco stick, your soundtrack 
from “Karate Kid”  
       
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Your ginsu knives, your rosary, your new Rebecca Black  cd   
        
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Your favorite room, your bowie knife, your stuffed giraffe, 
your new glass eye  
       
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Your sousaphone, your breakfast tea, your Nick Drake tapes, 
your giving tree  
       
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Your ice cream truck, your missing wife, your will to live, 
your urge to cry  
    
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Remember we’re all going to die so play your ukulele