Chords for Bob Rivers One turban, OneScott, One queer
Tempo:
138.2 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
C
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm going to tell you [B] a story about how people get along here.
You see, I go to my local bar, people.
Every day there's these three guys in the bar.
They're from different parts of the world, and they don't look nothing like each other,
but they seem happy as it appears, [E] sucking back a beer.
And I say, bartender, hey man, look down there.
They look down there, and I say, who are those guys?
One Turbin, one [B] Scott, [E] and one queer.
[C] [B]
[E] Well, no matter if you like men, no matter your race,
Vancouver is a multicultural place.
A trio of guys out getting juiced.
Who cares if one is checking out my good booze?
Two got an accent, one shops for brassieres.
They are one Turbin, one Scott, and one queer.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer.
[E] I'm not [Em] understanding why they call this India Pale [E] Ale.
It says here on the [F#] bottle that it is brewed in [A] sycamores.
And what's with this neighbourhood pub anyway?
There's not any McCune's [E] on top.
I'm stuck drinking this Irish ale.
But don't you [B] love the head?
It's [A] delicious.
Oh, for [E] God's sake, call it funk, or I'll [B] be churning it like a snow blower.
[E] Now, by this time, we're all plenty high.
So when I'm plenty high, I go talk to these guys.
I say, bartender, some drinks down here.
They bring them down there.
And we talk about kilts and tables and chairs and parades.
Till the clock on the wall say two o'clock.
Last call for the bathroom stall.
I gotta go.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, [E] and one queer.
[C] [B] [E] Well, some may not like it that we're singing this song.
It's really just about how we all get along.
Yeah, there were those who were bigoted schmucks.
But overall, Jack, we're a tolerant bunch.
These three guys that we sing about [D] here.
Lined up for the urinal after some beers.
[E] One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer.
[E]
[F]
You see, I go to my local bar, people.
Every day there's these three guys in the bar.
They're from different parts of the world, and they don't look nothing like each other,
but they seem happy as it appears, [E] sucking back a beer.
And I say, bartender, hey man, look down there.
They look down there, and I say, who are those guys?
One Turbin, one [B] Scott, [E] and one queer.
[C] [B]
[E] Well, no matter if you like men, no matter your race,
Vancouver is a multicultural place.
A trio of guys out getting juiced.
Who cares if one is checking out my good booze?
Two got an accent, one shops for brassieres.
They are one Turbin, one Scott, and one queer.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer.
[E] I'm not [Em] understanding why they call this India Pale [E] Ale.
It says here on the [F#] bottle that it is brewed in [A] sycamores.
And what's with this neighbourhood pub anyway?
There's not any McCune's [E] on top.
I'm stuck drinking this Irish ale.
But don't you [B] love the head?
It's [A] delicious.
Oh, for [E] God's sake, call it funk, or I'll [B] be churning it like a snow blower.
[E] Now, by this time, we're all plenty high.
So when I'm plenty high, I go talk to these guys.
I say, bartender, some drinks down here.
They bring them down there.
And we talk about kilts and tables and chairs and parades.
Till the clock on the wall say two o'clock.
Last call for the bathroom stall.
I gotta go.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, [E] and one queer.
[C] [B] [E] Well, some may not like it that we're singing this song.
It's really just about how we all get along.
Yeah, there were those who were bigoted schmucks.
But overall, Jack, we're a tolerant bunch.
These three guys that we sing about [D] here.
Lined up for the urinal after some beers.
[E] One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer.
[E]
[F]
Key:
E
B
C
A
Em
E
B
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm going to tell you [B] a story about how people get along here. _ _ _
You see, I go to my local bar, people.
_ Every day there's these three guys in the bar.
_ They're from different parts of the world, and they don't look nothing like each other,
but they seem happy as it appears, [E] _ sucking back a beer. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And I say, bartender, _ _ hey man, look down there.
They look down there, _ and I say, who are those guys?
_ One Turbin, one [B] Scott, [E] and one queer.
[C] _ [B] _
_ _ [E] Well, no matter if you like men, no matter your race,
Vancouver is a multicultural _ place.
A trio of guys out getting juiced.
Who cares if one is checking out my good booze?
Two got an accent, one shops for _ brassieres.
They are one Turbin, one Scott, and one queer.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ I'm not [Em] understanding why they call this India Pale [E] Ale.
It says here on the [F#] bottle that it is brewed in [A] sycamores.
And what's with this neighbourhood pub anyway?
There's not any McCune's [E] on top.
I'm stuck drinking this Irish ale.
But don't you [B] love the head?
It's [A] delicious.
Oh, for [E] God's sake, call it funk, or I'll [B] be churning it like a snow blower.
[E] _ _ _ Now, by this time, _ we're all plenty high. _
So when I'm plenty high, _ I go talk to these guys.
I say, bartender, _ some drinks down here.
They bring them down there.
_ _ And we talk about kilts and tables and chairs and parades.
Till the clock on the wall say two o'clock. _ _ _ _ _
_ Last call for the bathroom stall.
I gotta go.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, _ [E] and one queer.
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] Well, some may not like it that we're singing this song.
It's really just about how we all get along.
Yeah, there were those who were bigoted schmucks.
But overall, Jack, we're a tolerant bunch.
These three guys that we sing about [D] here.
Lined up for the urinal after some beers.
[E] One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm going to tell you [B] a story about how people get along here. _ _ _
You see, I go to my local bar, people.
_ Every day there's these three guys in the bar.
_ They're from different parts of the world, and they don't look nothing like each other,
but they seem happy as it appears, [E] _ sucking back a beer. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And I say, bartender, _ _ hey man, look down there.
They look down there, _ and I say, who are those guys?
_ One Turbin, one [B] Scott, [E] and one queer.
[C] _ [B] _
_ _ [E] Well, no matter if you like men, no matter your race,
Vancouver is a multicultural _ place.
A trio of guys out getting juiced.
Who cares if one is checking out my good booze?
Two got an accent, one shops for _ brassieres.
They are one Turbin, one Scott, and one queer.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ I'm not [Em] understanding why they call this India Pale [E] Ale.
It says here on the [F#] bottle that it is brewed in [A] sycamores.
And what's with this neighbourhood pub anyway?
There's not any McCune's [E] on top.
I'm stuck drinking this Irish ale.
But don't you [B] love the head?
It's [A] delicious.
Oh, for [E] God's sake, call it funk, or I'll [B] be churning it like a snow blower.
[E] _ _ _ Now, by this time, _ we're all plenty high. _
So when I'm plenty high, _ I go talk to these guys.
I say, bartender, _ some drinks down here.
They bring them down there.
_ _ And we talk about kilts and tables and chairs and parades.
Till the clock on the wall say two o'clock. _ _ _ _ _
_ Last call for the bathroom stall.
I gotta go.
One Turbin, [B] one Scott, _ [E] and one queer.
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] Well, some may not like it that we're singing this song.
It's really just about how we all get along.
Yeah, there were those who were bigoted schmucks.
But overall, Jack, we're a tolerant bunch.
These three guys that we sing about [D] here.
Lined up for the urinal after some beers.
[E] One Turbin, [B] one Scott, and one queer.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _