Part Of The Band ukulele

Part Of The Band

• Intro

Intro
D A

Verse 1
G                   D                            A
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
                 Bm                
I always used to bust into her hand 
G           D       A     Bm
 In my, my, my imagination
G               D                         A
I was living my best life, living with my parents
               Bm                                   
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants 
G            D        A
 And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah


Instrumental
G D A Bm
G D A


Verse 2
     G                    D
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
A                  Bm                  
 I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine 
G           D       A
 In my, my, my imagination
G                    D                    A
 So many cringes and heroin binges,
      A                      Bm
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
  G        D       A
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah


Pre-Chorus
Em G  A           
     Enough about me now
Em G            A
     "You gotta talk about the people, baby"
Em G A
     But that's kind of the idea


Chorus
Bm                 A
At home, somewhere I don't like
G                   D
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
G                        A  F#
Coming to her lookalikes
Bm              A
I can't get the language right
     G                D        G  D A D
Just tell me what's unladylike


Verse 3
            G          D               A
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
                         Bm
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
G         D               A
 Writing about their ejaculations
           G                  D
"I like my men like I like my coffee
            A                             Bm
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
      G             D            A     D
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah


Pre-Chorus
Em G   A
     A Xanax and a Newport
Em G              A                          Em G A
     "Well I take care of my kids", she said


Chorus
    Bm              A
The worst inside of us begets 
     G              D
That feeling on the internet
     G
It's like someone intended it 
      A           F#
(Like advertising cigarettes)
  Bm             A
A diamond in the rough begets 
G                  D      G       A
The diamond with a scruff you get


Instrumental Bridge
G D
G D  A
G D A Bm
G D A
G D A Bm
G D A D


Outro
    G                     D
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
      A                      Bm
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
G            D        A
 Calling his ego imagination?
         G                   D                     A
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
                   Bm
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
G                D        A      D
 It's kind of my daily iteration

G D A Bm
G D

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