Parade

So this is my first attempt at this. If there are any mistakes, feel free to comment. Thanks! :]


Kimya Dawson - Parade 

Standard Tuning

Chords Used: A D Em



 A                               
White man in white pants was dancing
 D
inside out and lost his ass
 Em                                A
a little black girl on black rollerblades
 A
found his butt and picked it up
 D
and gave it back and said "hey pops,
 Em                          A
c'mon down we're having a parade!"

A
everybody in this town
D
is turning brown, it's summertime
Em                          A
c'mon down we're having a parade
A
don't answer your phone, let it sing
D
and join the orchestra of rings
Em                               A
that will be our soundtrack for today

D                                A
a million people realize there's better things to do
D                                    A
than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
D                                            A
like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
        Em
singing "I'm in New York City, don't I look so pretty?" Hey!

A
mike bloomberg and jesse jackson
D
sit in tompkins square relaxin'

Em                              A
reach a stalemate start another game
A
sarah jessica, tawana,
D
and the indian jane fonda
Em                         A
eating mr. softies in the shade

A
a big fat mama in a thong
D
and a college girl with nothing on
Em                    A
share a laugh over a lemonade
D
seven foot trannies trading tricks
A
with business men on pogo sticks
Em                         A
'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!


D                               A
a million people realizing that reality
D                                           A
is much more real outside their door than it is on TV
D                              A
a plethora of specimens have taken to the street
         Em
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"

A
it's summertime in new york city
D
and the people aren't just plain old pretty
Em                                 A
they're hot as hell, i think i'm gonna faint
A
even the junkies and the hari krishnas
D
and the guy who spray paints solar systems
Em                      A
on the backs of plastic paper plates

A
it's so hot you could fry an egg
D
on the back of the pit-bull humping my leg
Em                              A
i kinda like it, what more can i say?
A
'cept here comes hot dog in her wig
D
she's three times a lady, sweating like a pig
Em                             A
the sun is shining everything's okay


D                          A
a million people realize a smile on someone's face
D                              A
is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
D                                A
and what makes people smile more than a big parade
Em
through the streets of new york city
Em
where everyone's so pretty
Em
life used to be so shitty
Em
but it's summertime, summertime, summertime 
Em
Woohoo!