Wheatus – Punk Ass Bitch (Guitar)

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[Intro] E E E D E E E D E E E D E E [Verse 1]
    E
She wriggles and she wraggles

    B
She jiggles and she jaggles

    C#m
You stand and watch her pass by

     A
Your line of vision ass-eye

    E
You think that cause she smiles

     B
That you turn all her dials

    C#m
But you don't see them later

      A
While in the elevator

    E
You nag her and you swagger

    B
You think you're gonna shag her

  C#m
A man about the town-a

    A
Get funky, let's get down-a

  E
Machismo and machasma

   B
It turns into miamsa

    G#m
But you have got no class, no style

   A
No social skills, no comprehension
[Chorus]
E B     C#m   A
I can't deal with this idiot

E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
[Verse 2]
    E
You open up your mouth-a

 B
Amazed at what comes out-a

     C#m
It's just a testimony

     A
That you're full of bologna

     E
That you're a stupid jackass

  B
A meathead, guido, pass-gas

     G#m
That you have got no class, no style

   A
No social skills, no comprehension
[Chorus]
E B     C#m   A
I can't deal with this idiot

E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch

E B     C#m   A
I can't deal with this idiot

E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
[Guitar Riff] E E E D E E E D E E E D E E [Verse 3]
    E
You know you want to spangle

    B
But you can't seem to angle

    C#m
One gives you attitude-a

     A
Your reason to be rude-a

    E
You think that cause she smiles

     B
That you turn all her dials

    C#m
But you don't see them later

      A
While in the elevator

    E
You nag her and you swagger

    B
You think you're gonna shag her

  C#m
A man about the town-a

    A
Get funky, let's get down-a

  E
Machismo and machasma

   B
It turns into miamsa

    C#m
You have got no class, no style

   A
No social skills, no comprehension

    E
You open up your mouth-a

 B
Amazed at what comes out-a

     C#m
It's just a testimony

     A
That you're full of bologna

     E
That you're a stupid jackass

  B
A meathead, guido, pass gas

    C#m
But you have got no class, no style

   A
No social skills, no comprehension
[Chorus]
E B     C#m  A
I can't deal with this idiot

E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch

E B     C#m  A
I can't deal with this idiot

E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch