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The TrashCanSinatras: Funny
[D]I know she doesn't play the f[Em]ield[D]
But she li[Em]kes to know the str[D]ength of the team[Em][D]
She says she doesn't like my st[Em]yle[D]
But I lo[Em]ved her in my own f[D]ashion
Kept her u[Em]nder wraps
Planted l[D]ots of verbal traps
But she won't be gone for l[G]ong[Em]
Nothing go[D]od ever comes of a bad mood
[G] And when she comes h[Em]ome
She'll kick up some dust
And a[G]sk me what's wrong[D]
She's a funny kind of g[C]irl[D]
Set s[C]ail in a ship in a b[D]ottle
She's a funny kind of g[C]irl[D]
Do the Sw[C]iss fa[D]ke it when the yodal
She's a funny kind of g[A]irl[G][D]
[D]I know her face so w[Em]ell[D]
Although the co[Em]lor of her eyes
Esc[D]apes me for the moment
So Ill s[Em]end out the spies
To h[D]assle her at home
And all the w[Em]ords to the wise
And the w[D]ise to the words I say
Th[G]ough her embr[Em]ace
Is like b[D]eing short-changed
Or under-charged
[G]I'll never rev[Em]isit the scene of the crime
Where I've seen you cry[G]ing with glee[D]
She's a funny kind of g[C]irl[D]
Give bad dir[C]ections to a drunken s[D]ailor
He ended up in the h[C]ills[D]
And s[C]he ended up
In the wro[D]ng hands
She's a funny kind of g[A]irl[G][D]
Solo: G D G D G Em D G Em G D
I'll stick out my n[F#m]eck
And I'll r[G]aise the heavy h[D]ead of importance
[F#m]And when the c[G]ap fits I'll w[D]ear it
But if I k[Em]new what made c[D]arpets fly
I wouldn't be s[Em]itting here
Twiddling my th[D]umbs in applause
I'd thr[Em]eadbare my soul
And whe[D]edle my way
Into o[Em]ther people's li[G]ves
And out of my o[D]wn
[G] [D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [A] [D] [G] [D][G][D][G][D][A][Em][D]
Mail me for corrections.
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Gunnar O. Haereid "Call, collect and gather me,
Oslo, Norway take me intravenously."
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The TrashCanSinatras: Funny
[D]I know she doesn't play the f[Em]ield[D]
But she li[Em]kes to know the str[D]ength of the team[Em][D]
She says she doesn't like my st[Em]yle[D]
But I lo[Em]ved her in my own f[D]ashion
Kept her u[Em]nder wraps
Planted l[D]ots of verbal traps
But she won't be gone for l[G]ong[Em]
Nothing go[D]od ever comes of a bad mood
[G] And when she comes h[Em]ome
She'll kick up some dust
And a[G]sk me what's wrong[D]
She's a funny kind of g[C]irl[D]
Set s[C]ail in a ship in a b[D]ottle
She's a funny kind of g[C]irl[D]
Do the Sw[C]iss fa[D]ke it when the yodal
She's a funny kind of g[A]irl[G][D]
[D]I know her face so w[Em]ell[D]
Although the co[Em]lor of her eyes
Esc[D]apes me for the moment
So Ill s[Em]end out the spies
To h[D]assle her at home
And all the w[Em]ords to the wise
And the w[D]ise to the words I say
Th[G]ough her embr[Em]ace
Is like b[D]eing short-changed
Or under-charged
[G]I'll never rev[Em]isit the scene of the crime
Where I've seen you cry[G]ing with glee[D]
She's a funny kind of g[C]irl[D]
Give bad dir[C]ections to a drunken s[D]ailor
He ended up in the h[C]ills[D]
And s[C]he ended up
In the wro[D]ng hands
She's a funny kind of g[A]irl[G][D]
Solo: G D G D G Em D G Em G D
I'll stick out my n[F#m]eck
And I'll r[G]aise the heavy h[D]ead of importance
[F#m]And when the c[G]ap fits I'll w[D]ear it
But if I k[Em]new what made c[D]arpets fly
I wouldn't be s[Em]itting here
Twiddling my th[D]umbs in applause
I'd thr[Em]eadbare my soul
And whe[D]edle my way
Into o[Em]ther people's li[G]ves
And out of my o[D]wn
[G] [D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [A] [D] [G] [D][G][D][G][D][A][Em][D]
Mail me for corrections.
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Gunnar O. Haereid "Call, collect and gather me,
Oslo, Norway take me intravenously."
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