Em7(9) / Em7(11)
Diz and dat and da udder thang Going dizzy under all the data Sing, sung, sang The evidence circumvents any solution to our salvation Are we just gonna go with blind faith to the twelfth... Of never? Some nerve The depth of our deceit results in self-defeat Do ya call that a treat Sounds more like a trick Sing, sung, sang Diz and dat and da udder thang Fugged Slang... For our situation How about Rubbed As in out Youth robbed Of opportunity Due to our seniority And, general irresponsibility Guess we've heard it so many times we've grown weary? Guess we're absurd in so many ways We don't care if we toss away all the days A loss in so many ways Yet, our stubborn streak stays Some nerve And, it could result in the sum nerve... Being zero Hello?!?!?! Ya'll ready to go below Hell... No! Not me Well, are you so swell That you can tell Every little thang's gonna be all right Sing, sung, sang Diz and dat and da udder thang Every little thang's gonna be all right Not quite! Let's see How well we prosper On the verge of disaster