The Guy Who Didnt Like Musicals - Show Me Your Hands

	  		
Intro 
Fm Bb Fm Bb 

verse 1 
Fm 
Ma'am, I need you to take a step back 
                  Bb 
You're facing the law, not the clerk at the Gap 
           Ab               Bb 
Yeah we're cops, yeah we're cops 
                    Fm 
You better shape on up 

verse 2 
Fm 
You better empty out all of your pockets 
          Bb 
But don't empty out all of your pockets 
           Ab               Bb 
Yeah we're cops, yeah we're cops 
            Fm      
And we make sense 

             F 
Show me your hands, show me 
           Bb 
those jazz hands 
        F                       Bb7 
Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs 
             F7 
Show me your hands, show me 
           Bb 
those jazz hands 
     Ab       Bb 
Or I might be inclined to shoot you 
Fm 
up 


verse 3 
Fm                        Bb 
You go forty in a thirty-five 
           Fm 
Check your mirror, you'll find hell 
        Bb 
has arrived 
             Ab               Bb 
'Cause we're cops, yeah we're cops 
                 Fm 
We're up in your shit 

verse 4 
Fm 
Kathy lost her cat in a tree 
Bb 
Contact Fire, not the HFPD 
             Ab               Bb 
'Cause we're cops, yeah we're cops 
            Fm   
Her cat is dead 

             F 
Show me your hands, show me 
           Bb 
those jazz hands 
        F                       Bb7 
Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs 
             F7 
Show me your hands, show me 
           Bb7 
those jazz hands 
     Ab       Bb 
Or I might be inclined to shoot you 


Bridge
Fm 
Step away from the vehicle, Step away from the vehicle 
Ab 
Get back in the vehicle Get back in the vehicle 
Bb 
Slowly get out of the vehicle Slowly get out of the vehicle 
Db 
Do the things I say... I'm a cop 

Fm 
Step away from the vehicle step away from the vehicle 
Fm 
(Get those hands up! Get those hands up!) 

Ab 
Get back in the vehicle Get back in the vehicle 
Ab 
(Put those hands down! Get those hands down!) 

Bb 
Slowly get out of the vehicle Slowly get out of the vehicle 
Bb 
(Put those hands up! Put those hands up!) 

Db 
Do the things I say... 
Db 
(Up, down...) 

Db 
I'm a cop! 

Fm 
9-1-1 emergency call 
          Ab 
Got a 4-1-1 at a shopping mall Better pack your heat and utility belt Any mall rats comin' in hot, they melt 


Bb 
Sarge, it's your wife on the 9-1-1 
Bb 
What that bitch want, Sarge? 
Bb 
She just wants a snug 
Db 
Grab your nine millimetre and donut bucket Want my badge number? Put it in your mouth and suck it! 

  N.C. 
(Spoken) Oh Sam, please stop! I'm your wife! Please just talk to me, baby. 


Key change 
Gb 

              Ab 
Show me your hands, show me 
           Db 
those jazz hands 
        Ab                      Db7 
Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs 
             Ab7 
Show me your hands, show me 
           Gb7 
those jazz hands 
      B       Db 
Or I might be inclined to shoot you-
 

Ab 
Up