Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
Worked out on request for ducttapemasterrebecca. Do you mind your avatar is here?
Produced by Scrawny (US) Feb. 17, 2023
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https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/contribution/3817887-frans.vanuytv/tabs?sort=-date&page=1&per-page=50
ATTENTION: All chords for 2 beats OR count the *
[Intro-Chorus] (Scrawny & Madilyn Mei, Scrawny)
F C G C* E/B*
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
| F* | C* | G* | C* E/B* |
| Am | C | F | C E/B |
[Verse 1] (Scrawny)
F C
Struck a nerve, that's absurd,
G C
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper.
F C
That's enough livin', rough for a lifetime,
G C
lookin' back for a pass.
[Pre-Chorus] (Scrawny)
F* C* G* E*
Take it from me, I've lost my mind.
[Chorus] (Scrawny & Madilyn Mei, Scrawny)
F C G C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
F C G C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
[Verse 2] (Scrawny)
F C G C
Let me lay it down for you, it seems so simple.
F C
I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under.
G C
Where are your hands? No wonder.
[Pre-Chorus] (Scrawny)
F* C* G* E*
Take it from me, I've lost my mind.
F* C* G* E*
Take it from me, I've lost my mind.
[Chorus] (Scrawny & Madilyn Mei)
F C G C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
[Interlude]
| F* | C* | G* | E* |
| F* | C* | G* | E* |
[Bridge] (Scrawny)
F C G E
I feel stuck in a memory, scratchin' my itch, who would I be?
F C G E*
I feel stuck in a memory, scratchin' my itch, who would I be?
F C
Six legs runnin' down the stairs,
G C
none of them prepared for what they might see.
Am C F C
Now there's another face, another name to sing, I hope they're happy.
[End-Chorus] (Scrawny)
F C G C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am C F C* E/B*
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am C F* (C*)
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
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