King Of The Hipsters

	  		
Intro 
C Bb Gm F 

verse 1 
Am                      Bb 
I love hanging out with Grandpa 
             Gm                F 
Listening to stories about the war 
   C                          Gm 
We drink lemonade, and laugh away the day 
        Bb             F 
So many memories to explore 
Am              Bb 
I cherish every moment 
    Gm                         F 
Cos one day he'll be gone I suppose 
        C                   Gm 
I spend time with him today why I hear you say 
      Bb                                    Am      Bb Gm F 
Cos I know that when he's gone I'll get his clothes 

verse 2 
Am                   Bb 
He's got this wicked jacket 
          Gm             F 
With cool pockets on the chest 
C                  Gm 
I'll get it for my own 
         Bb              F 
When his body is laid to rest 
Am                            Bb 
I'll turn his war medals into badges 
    Gm               F 
And sell them at the market 
C                       Gm 
You've lived for ninety years 
        Bb           F 
Grandpa hurry up and cark it 

            C           Bb 
I'll be the King of the Hipsters 
           Gm        F 
Wearing a dead man's clothes 
            C           Bb 
I'll be the King of the Hipsters 
          Gm              F 
When that old man finally goes
 

verse 3 
Am                    Bb 
Take your new vintage clothing 
          Gm                     F 
Ride your fixie bike straight to hell 
C                         Gm 
You'll marvel at my Penny Farthing 
       Bb             F 
And my ironic old man smell 
Am                      Bb 
It's a constant fashion struggle 
        Gm              F 
Keeping up with hipster taste 
C                       Gm 
If I don't inherit them now 
    Bb              F 
His death will be a waste 

Bridge 
Dm 
When he's finally deceased 
           Am 
He'll have no objection 
      Bb 
I can piss away 
              F 
His treasured wine collection 
Dm 
I'll wear his spectacles 
          Am 
I'll have no pretenses 
    Bb 
But so that I can see 
          F 
I'll take out the lenses 
Dm                          Am 
All the hipster chicks will fall for me 
         Bb                         F 
Once his ashes have been scattered across the sea 
         Dm                  Am 
It would be a great shame to watch him burn 
          Bb                            C 
But I can make a fancy crown out of the urn 

F                   C           Bb 
A crown fit for the King of the Hipsters 
              Gm                   F 
I'll wear his gramophone around my neck 
            C           Bb 
I'll be the King of the Hipsters 
             Gm                         F 
I'll use his chess board as a turntable deck 

            C           Bb 
I'll be the King of the Fuckwits 
              Dm             F 
I'll wear his underwear as a tie 
            C           Bb 
I'll be the King of the Dickheads 
   Gm                           F 
So Grandpa please hurry up and die