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Wal-Martians Words and music by David S. Thomas http://www.youtube.com/user/MrWalmartian LYRICS A D I went down to the Wal-Mart. It was getting pretty late A B E All I needed was some nacho chips, a camera, and some bait A D When I walked in through them slidin doors All that I could see A E A Was these strange lookin critters And they was starin back at me A D You know the ones I’m talkin’ about, Those folks that dress so weird A B E Like that guy there in the pink hot pants, the tattoos and the beard A D And that skinny chick beside him Lord, she’s givin me the chills A E A In her leather bondage boustier And her four inch “hurt me” heels CHORUS D A Wal-Martians Beats all I’ve ever seen D B E Wal-Martians Every night is Halloween D A F#m Wal-Martians Nothin’ could be clearer E A I’ll bet they never looked into a mirror [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/m/misc-unsigned-bands/374802.html ] A D There’s a guy there over in lingerie He looks like a plumber in a thong A B E His pants are hangin’ way too low And that under wear’s just wrong A D And there’s a lady wearin’ fishnet stockings And a leatheret mini skirt A E A Four hundred pounds or lovin’ With “I’m Sexy” on her shirt CHORUS A D If I was the fashion police I’d be busy writin’ tickets A B E To that lady in the halter top She looks like a busted can of biscuits A D And I’d really like to tell her But it’d prob’ly start a fight A E A That spandex is a privilege not a right CHORUS BRIDGE D A But it’s really not my place to accuse D B E ‘Cause I’m wearin’ my pink bunny slippers And my NASCAR jammies too! A D I guess it’s time I took my stuff Get checked out and go A B E But I’ll come back tomorrow though For the late night fashion show A D But as I was walkin’ out This guy was walkin’ in A E A And I could tell by what he was wearin’ That he was gonna fit right in CHORUS D A Wal-Martians - They’re everywhere you look D B E Wal-Martians - Some one should write a book D A F#m Wal-Martians - Nothin’ could be clearer E A I’ll bet they never look into a mirror E A Yeah, there’s a Wal-Martin in my mirror
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