Kimya Dawson – Parade (Ukulele)

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White man in white pants was dancing

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inside out and lost his ass

 Gm                                C
a little black girl on black rollerblades

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found his butt and picked it up

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and gave it back and said "hey pops,

 Gm                          C
c'mon down we're having a parade!"

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everybody in this town

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is turning brown, it's summertime

Gm                          C
c'mon down we're having a parade

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don't answer your phone, let it sing

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and join the orchestra of rings

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that will be our soundtrack for today

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a million people realize there's better things to do

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than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you

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like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue

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singing "I'm in New York City, don't I look so pretty?" Hey!

C
mike bloomberg and jesse jackson

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sit in tompkins square relaxin'

Gm                              C
reach a stalemate start another game

C
sarah jessica, tawana,

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and the indian jane fonda

Gm                         C
eating mr. softies in the shade

C
a big fat mama in a thong

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and a college girl with nothing on

Gm                    C
share a laugh over a lemonade

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seven foot trannies trading tricks

C
with business men on pogo sticks

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'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!

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a million people realizing that reality

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is much more real outside their door than it is on TV

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a plethora of specimens have taken to the street

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singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"

C
it's summertime in new york city

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and the people aren't just plain old pretty

Gm                                 C
they're hot as hell, i think i'm gonna faint

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even the junkies and the hari krishnas

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and the guy who spray paints solar systems

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on the backs of plastic paper plates

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it's so hot you could fry an egg

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on the back of the pit-bull humping my leg

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i kinda like it, what more can i say?

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'cept here comes hot dog in her wig

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she's three times a lady, sweating like a pig

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the sun is shining everything's okay

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a million people realize a smile on someone's face

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is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids

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and what makes people smile more than a big parade

Gm
through the streets of new york city

Gm
where everyone's so pretty

Gm
life used to be so shitty

Gm
but it's summertime, summertime, summertime 

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Woohoo!