Tono: B
Introducción:
B D
New York City! (uh huh.) Centre of the universe. (sing it, girl)
B D
Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. (I hear ya.)
B D
It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the "Hit the Road Blues"
N/C
B D
Now you're Talkin'. (collins's trademark evil laugh, lol muahaha)
B D
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
B D
And I'm sick of gradin' papers, that I know.
B D
I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle
B D
And all this misery pays no salary so
Alright. Now that I got the verse covered, I can honestly say the the bass riff in the
B D
You teach? Yeah, I teach Computer age philosophy
B D
When my students would rather watch T.V.? America. (America)
B2 D
You're a sensitive aesthete, Brush the sauce onto the meat
B2 D
You can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme
Bm9 D9
You can drum a gentle drum, I can seat guests as they come
Bm9 D9
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine.
ok. Another verse successfully over with. Let's try not to let me ramble too much again,