Do God Wop

	  		11/3/05 
NOTE: I'm starting 3 minutes in, after the agonizingly long instrumental intro. 
      Also, I'm only including the harmony vocals that don't conflict (chord-wise) 
      with Thorton's vocals.   It's less complicated that way, believe me. 
 
C 
 
C Am F G  C Am F G 
 
   C                  Am 
My bones are starting to show thru 
   F                 G 
My eyes are dark and hollow 
     C               Am 
It's all because I'm missing you 
             F               G 
It's getting hard for me to swallow 
   C             Am 
If magic doesn't really come 
    F              G 
Why did you say it did 
        C          Am 
If it's just a fantasy for some 
     F             G 
What do I tell the kids 
 
 
(Rest is Spoken) 
 
C         Am 
  Ah Dear God 
F                           G          F   C 
I come to you in all humbilitude (humbilitude) 
          Am                         F           G 
As a representative of the children (daddy, daddyyyyyy) 
    C                              
Yes they're the ones who aksed me to come to you 
    Am                                       F    
And talk to you about this particular subject 
     G                  F                       C                             
That subject being that little saying you gave us when we were in Bible school  
Am             F 
At Camp Tanico 
                 G                              C 
Aks (aks) and ye shall receive (take it take it ooh) 
 
             Am 
Now what we aksed for was 
F                                    G                                      C 
Can you please just tell us what the fuck's goin' on (what the fuck's goin' on) 
        Am 
Does magic really come? 
F                           G                
I don't be irreverent or anything like that 
           F               C 
I wouldn't dare would I? 
                Am                    F 
But see I'm standing here at Dub Vallard's Frostee Freeze 
                  G  
At the corner of Highway 67 and Salinburger Street 
C             Am                         F             G 
The home of a lovely girl with a poodle haircut named Cindy 
               C            Am                            F 
To whom I gave one cleat, a football cleat (hit 'em again harder) 
                   G                              C               Am 
Because I could't afford the 15 that the doctors' sons could (for you) 
  
    F                 G  
You see, we're kinda lost out here GOd 
                      C                              Am                      F 
I've got this fucking snowcone in my hand, and it's dripping down (drip drip drip) 
                                 G                         F      C 
And we're wonderin' since you're kinda the doctor of the universe 
         Am                                           F         G  
Could ya give us a little cream or somethin' for that   (cream doctor) 
      C               Am              F 
Could ya just help us out a smidgin 
   G                              C 
Kinda lookin' for a clue (just a clue) 
        Am 
I mean not in the mystery sense 
           F G          F            C 
Not in the     Humphrey Bogart sense 
    Am                     F 
But just in the sense that 
         G 
We wanna know what to do 
        C                                       Am                                F  G 
When we wake up in the morning and our heart is beating out of our fucking chest 
C      Am     F  G  C 
And it hurts