Chords for After Hours - Butter Outta Cream [from Catch Me If You Can]
Tempo:
70.3 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
D#m
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [C#]
Life is tough, we all know, when [D#] struggles just won't end.
Don't throw in [F#] the towel, don't give it [D#m] up.
Just listen to the story, my [C#] friend.
Listen up, my [D#] friend, listen to [C#] the [A] end.
The [C#] end.
[F#] But two little mice of great [D#m] renown fell in some milk and one proceeded to [B] drown.
The other one, he's [G#m] the toast of the town, cause he made [F#] butter out of cream.
He looked [A#] around, deduced his [D#m] plight, said this is no way to spend [C#] a Saturday [B] night.
But he had a style to [G#] make things right, so that he made butter out of cream.
He kicked his legs off, he tossed and [B] turned, so not to end.
But I studied the hokey pokey till the cream was churned.
Then mister, he walked right out and buttered his toast.
Now he's [F#] on top for goodness [D#m] sake.
Yeah, he's the big cheese [C#] of that land [B] of lakes.
Yeah, he's [A#m] living proof that man, all [D#m] it takes is esteem.
[G#] It's just a little scheme, [D#] land in the [F#] garden.
Da da, just make butter out of cream.
Da [C#m] da da.
[E] Now there was a cockroach in Brazil, got drunk at the local coffee mill.
His [G#] time was almost up until [C#] he made [F#] coffee out of [B] bees.
When he came to, he heard such a sound, so much so he shocked when he looked around.
He had been scooped and was about to be ground, so Doc, he made coffee out of bees.
He marched to the south and he stomped to the north, he had to race.
Yeah, he did the cucaracha while his tears poured forth.
Things began to percolate.
He [G] held his breath and swam to the top, [G#] borrowed some bees from his mom and pop.
Then he opened up his own coffee shop out in Queens.
[A#m] When his [G] life was almost all peaked, just made [B] coffee out of bees.
So think of those two and light the pits.
The bug and [F#] the mouse at the end of their wits.
[D#] Yeah, they knew the key to life was that it's what you [F#] drink.
So if lemons clog your sink, don't just stand around and scream.
[Bm] Don't use cream, spike some lemonade and drink up.
And make butter out of cream.
[F] Butter out of [F#]
that chance just taking work your tail off and you'll [C#] make it dry.
[F#m] [F#]
[N]
[C]
Life is tough, we all know, when [D#] struggles just won't end.
Don't throw in [F#] the towel, don't give it [D#m] up.
Just listen to the story, my [C#] friend.
Listen up, my [D#] friend, listen to [C#] the [A] end.
The [C#] end.
[F#] But two little mice of great [D#m] renown fell in some milk and one proceeded to [B] drown.
The other one, he's [G#m] the toast of the town, cause he made [F#] butter out of cream.
He looked [A#] around, deduced his [D#m] plight, said this is no way to spend [C#] a Saturday [B] night.
But he had a style to [G#] make things right, so that he made butter out of cream.
He kicked his legs off, he tossed and [B] turned, so not to end.
But I studied the hokey pokey till the cream was churned.
Then mister, he walked right out and buttered his toast.
Now he's [F#] on top for goodness [D#m] sake.
Yeah, he's the big cheese [C#] of that land [B] of lakes.
Yeah, he's [A#m] living proof that man, all [D#m] it takes is esteem.
[G#] It's just a little scheme, [D#] land in the [F#] garden.
Da da, just make butter out of cream.
Da [C#m] da da.
[E] Now there was a cockroach in Brazil, got drunk at the local coffee mill.
His [G#] time was almost up until [C#] he made [F#] coffee out of [B] bees.
When he came to, he heard such a sound, so much so he shocked when he looked around.
He had been scooped and was about to be ground, so Doc, he made coffee out of bees.
He marched to the south and he stomped to the north, he had to race.
Yeah, he did the cucaracha while his tears poured forth.
Things began to percolate.
He [G] held his breath and swam to the top, [G#] borrowed some bees from his mom and pop.
Then he opened up his own coffee shop out in Queens.
[A#m] When his [G] life was almost all peaked, just made [B] coffee out of bees.
So think of those two and light the pits.
The bug and [F#] the mouse at the end of their wits.
[D#] Yeah, they knew the key to life was that it's what you [F#] drink.
So if lemons clog your sink, don't just stand around and scream.
[Bm] Don't use cream, spike some lemonade and drink up.
And make butter out of cream.
[F] Butter out of [F#]
that chance just taking work your tail off and you'll [C#] make it dry.
[F#m] [F#]
[N]
[C]
Key:
F#
C#
B
D#m
D#
F#
C#
B
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
Life is tough, we all know, when [D#] struggles just won't end.
Don't throw in [F#] the towel, don't give it [D#m] up.
Just listen to the story, my [C#] friend.
Listen up, my [D#] friend, listen to [C#] the [A] end.
The _ _ [C#] end. _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] But two little mice of great [D#m] renown fell in some milk and one proceeded to [B] drown.
The other one, he's [G#m] the toast of the town, cause he made [F#] butter out of cream.
He looked [A#] around, deduced his [D#m] plight, said this is no way to spend [C#] a Saturday [B] night.
But he had a style to [G#] make things right, so that he made butter out of cream.
He kicked his legs off, he tossed and [B] turned, so not to end.
But I studied the hokey pokey till the cream was churned.
Then mister, he walked right out and buttered his toast.
Now he's [F#] on top for goodness [D#m] sake.
Yeah, he's the big cheese [C#] of that land [B] of lakes.
Yeah, he's [A#m] living proof that man, all [D#m] it takes is esteem.
[G#] It's just a little scheme, [D#] land in the [F#] garden.
Da da, just make butter out of cream.
Da [C#m] da da.
[E] Now there was a cockroach in Brazil, got drunk at the local coffee mill.
His [G#] time was almost up until [C#] he made [F#] coffee out of [B] bees.
When he came to, he heard such a sound, so much so he shocked when he looked around.
He had been scooped and was about to be ground, so Doc, he made coffee out of bees.
He marched to the south and he stomped to the north, he had to race.
Yeah, he did the cucaracha while his tears poured forth.
Things began to percolate.
He [G] held his breath and swam to the top, [G#] borrowed some bees from his mom and pop.
Then he opened up his own coffee shop out in Queens.
[A#m] When his [G] life was almost all peaked, just made [B] coffee out of bees.
_ So think of those two and light the pits.
The bug and [F#] the mouse at the end of their wits.
[D#] Yeah, they knew the key to life was that it's what you [F#] drink.
So if lemons clog your sink, don't just stand around and scream.
[Bm] Don't use cream, spike some lemonade and drink up.
And make butter out of cream.
[F] Butter out of _ [F#] _ _
that chance just taking work your tail off and you'll [C#] make it dry.
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
Life is tough, we all know, when [D#] struggles just won't end.
Don't throw in [F#] the towel, don't give it [D#m] up.
Just listen to the story, my [C#] friend.
Listen up, my [D#] friend, listen to [C#] the [A] end.
The _ _ [C#] end. _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] But two little mice of great [D#m] renown fell in some milk and one proceeded to [B] drown.
The other one, he's [G#m] the toast of the town, cause he made [F#] butter out of cream.
He looked [A#] around, deduced his [D#m] plight, said this is no way to spend [C#] a Saturday [B] night.
But he had a style to [G#] make things right, so that he made butter out of cream.
He kicked his legs off, he tossed and [B] turned, so not to end.
But I studied the hokey pokey till the cream was churned.
Then mister, he walked right out and buttered his toast.
Now he's [F#] on top for goodness [D#m] sake.
Yeah, he's the big cheese [C#] of that land [B] of lakes.
Yeah, he's [A#m] living proof that man, all [D#m] it takes is esteem.
[G#] It's just a little scheme, [D#] land in the [F#] garden.
Da da, just make butter out of cream.
Da [C#m] da da.
[E] Now there was a cockroach in Brazil, got drunk at the local coffee mill.
His [G#] time was almost up until [C#] he made [F#] coffee out of [B] bees.
When he came to, he heard such a sound, so much so he shocked when he looked around.
He had been scooped and was about to be ground, so Doc, he made coffee out of bees.
He marched to the south and he stomped to the north, he had to race.
Yeah, he did the cucaracha while his tears poured forth.
Things began to percolate.
He [G] held his breath and swam to the top, [G#] borrowed some bees from his mom and pop.
Then he opened up his own coffee shop out in Queens.
[A#m] When his [G] life was almost all peaked, just made [B] coffee out of bees.
_ So think of those two and light the pits.
The bug and [F#] the mouse at the end of their wits.
[D#] Yeah, they knew the key to life was that it's what you [F#] drink.
So if lemons clog your sink, don't just stand around and scream.
[Bm] Don't use cream, spike some lemonade and drink up.
And make butter out of cream.
[F] Butter out of _ [F#] _ _
that chance just taking work your tail off and you'll [C#] make it dry.
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _