David Bowie – Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed (Ukulele)

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Spy, spy, pretty girl

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I see you see me through your window

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Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last

F                                                C
It must strain you to look down so far from your Father's house

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And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you

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I'm the Cream of the Great Utopia Dream

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And you're the gleam in the depths of your banker's spleen

                         F C
I'm a phallus in pigtails

                            F C
And there's blood on my nose

                        F C
And my tissue is rotting

                            F C
Where the rats chew my bones

       F                Bb F
And my eye sockets empty

                    Bb F
See nothing but pain

       C                     F C
I keep having this brainstorm 

                        F C
About twelve times a day

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So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed

       F            Fm                C    F C
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

                         F C
I got eyes in my backside

                          F C
That see electric tomatoes

                        F C
On credit card rye bread

                               F C
There are children in washrooms

        F                 Bb F
Holding hands with a queen

                            Bb F
And my heads full of murders

        C                F C  F C
Where only killers scream

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So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed

        F              Fm                C    F C  F C
And I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

                            F C
Now you run from your window

                     F C
To the porcelain bowl

                              F C
And you're sick from your ears

                        F C
To the red parquet floor

        F                 Bb F
And the Braque on the wall

                      Bb F
Slides down your front

    C                      F C
And eats through your belly

                  F C
It's very catching

        G                    A                      Bb            C
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your Father quite amazed

          F                    Fm               C    F C
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed