Cifras
Anita Bryant

Tono: F

Introducción:

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 G                                                                           C 
Hey  * * * * Anita Bryant, who the hell is she
 D                                                                                     G 
Tellin' all them fagets, that they can't be free
                                                                                             C 
Throw that b * * * * in prison, maybe then she'll see
 D                                                                                           G 
Just how much them God * * * * homosexuals mean to me
N.C
 G                                                                                                             D 
Wash your clothes, clean your cell, help you drain your hose
                                                                   G 
Give you smokes, laugh at jokes, sew up all your clothes
                                                               C 
Rub your feet, beat your meat, heaven only knows
 D                                                           G 
What I'd do without those homosexuals
N.C
 G                                                             C 
Read and write, f * *k all night, clean your fingernails
 D                                                               G 
Help you dress, play your chess, lay you down some rails
                                                             C 
Be your wife, take your life, in a jealous rage
 D                                                             G 
Who says we don't need them homosexuals
N.C
 G                                                                                     C 
Some are big, some are small, some are in between
 D                                                                     G 
Some are yellow bellied queers, and some of them are mean
                                                                                 C 
Some are killers, some are theives, and some are singers too
       D                                                                           G 
In fact, Anita Bryant, some act just like you
N.C
 G                                                                   C 
* * * * Anita Bryant, who the hell is she
 D                                                                                             G 
Tellin' all the them fagets, that they can't be free
                                                                                             C 
Throw that  * * * * * in prison, maybe then she'll see
 D                                                                                           G 
Just how much them God * * * * homosexuals mean to me