Misc Musicals – Something Rotten - Will Power (Guitar)

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We want Will! We want Will!

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Ladies and gentlemen (we want Will!)

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All the way from Stratford-upon-Avon (we want Will!)

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The king of couplets (we want Will!)

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The sultan of sonnets (we want Will!)

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The man who put the "I am" in Iambic Pentameter (we want Will!)

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Please put your hands together (we want Will!)

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For the one, the only (we want Will!)

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William Shakespeare! (we want Will!)

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, yeah!

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Thou art more lovely and more temperate

         B7                                              F#m
And the rough winds shake the darling buds of May, yeah

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And summer's lease hath all too short a date

    B           D
I adore the adoration (ah, ah, ah, ah)

         D#        E
Though others may abhor it (ah, ah, ah)

       C#            D
It's quite a new sensation

E
What shall we call it?

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   Will Power

            A             B
(He is the will of the people now)

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Will Power

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I am the will of the people now

                 Bm
(He is the will)

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Can you feel it? (Yeah, woo)

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I can feel it too

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In fact, I'd like to feel you a little bit later

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Do you want more? (Yeah)

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When do you want it?

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Tomorrow? (No)

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Later (no)

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Let me hear you say now! (Now!)

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Let me hear you say now is! (Now is!)

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That scans

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Let me hear you say now is the! (Now is the!)

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Oh, do it with me

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Now is the winter of our discontent

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(Now is the winter of our discontent)

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Made glorious summer by this sun of York

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(Made glorious summer by this sun of York)

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Let me hear you say glorious (glorious)

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Do you mean me? (Glorious)

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Well, I can't be (glorious)

                    F#m7
It's Will! I guess

           Bm          D
There's a fever going round (ah, ah, ah, ah)

     Bm       E
Has anybody caught it?

        C#m            D
We're shaking it with Shakespeare!

 E                F#5
Methinks you got it

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   Will Power

            A             B
(He is the will of the people now)

F#m7  F#m
Will Power

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I am the will of the people now

                 Bm
(He is the will)

N.C       Bm
Huzzah! (Huzzah!)

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Oh, that is music to my ears

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And if music be the food of love, play on (ooh)

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That's a new one, don't even know where to put it yet

                 G#7                                        C#
Speaking of love, here's one for all you lovers out there

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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

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It is the east and Juliet is the sun

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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, ah, the moon

        A#m              F
Who is already sick and pale

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So sick and so pale with grief

               F#                    G#              C#   F#m
That thou her maid (yeah, thou) art far more fair than she

      C#
Than she (ah!)

                                D D
Thank you, I like that one too

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Will Power

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Will Power

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I am the Will with the skill to thrill you with my quill

          G#          F#              D#
I am the hardworking bard you regard (yeah!)

          G#
I am the Will (He is the Will)

          C#
I am the Will (He is the Will)

         G#                           C#
I am the man you wanna see up on the bill (bill, bill)

          G#
I am the swan (beautiful swan)

         C#
Of the Avon (the one in Stratford)

            G#                     G#m    C#
The chosen one that God in heaven smiled upon (thank You, God)

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If you wanna see perfection on any given day

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When there's a will, there's a way (Will Power)

                               G#m        C#
When there's a will, there's a way (Will Power)

      G#m           G#
Will Power (Will Power!)

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Parting is such sweet sorrow