Chords for P (band) - mr officer
Tempo:
128.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[C]
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why'd you shoot my dog?
If I took a shit, my friend, you'd probably shoot him!
[F]
Why, why, why, why?
Look, [C] you told me it isn't fair!
[G]
You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, you're certain it's a fact!
I saw him already, he's drunk drinking with a dog, I'm guilty as [F] fact!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder [C] is real!
[G] You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
[F]
[C]
[G]
[C] [Em]
[C] Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why not put down your gun?
You may shit, get together and have sex with your [F] son!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder is [C] real!
[G] You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
Okay, ladies and penis holsters, what we're talking about here is an 8K, 10W, globally trimmed, zero fire, time-corrected,
in-built, modified, rat-nosed, leather clutch-verse manufacturing facility,
somewhere at a secret location, perhaps in a building shaped like a donut in Lufkin, Texas.
Lufkin, the hometown of the Ticko Sting.
And also I'd like to talk about lesbian veterinarians, bald choppers, the motherfuckers,
the ones you should stay away from.
God bless them, but today, by now, I would be a happy man.
And also, if for one day, for one day only, I could wear the battle garb,
the battle garb done by the bravest synagogue-going-to-motherfuckers there ever was.
And them's the goddamn Jewish pictures on the battlefield.
And what do they do?
They gotta protect their heads with camouflage jamacus.
Camouflage jamacus dominates the scene when I go to bed at night.
[F]
[C]
You [G]
can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay.
Some wear pretty jamacus, but Mary has sin tits.
Some may wear it to get out of the kids, some to give to the friends you built.
[F]
[C]
[Cm] [G] You can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay.
A homosexual man in the [A] house of the cop.
[C]
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why'd you shoot my dog?
If I took a shit, my friend, you'd probably shoot him!
[F]
Why, why, why, why?
Look, [C] you told me it isn't fair!
[G]
You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, you're certain it's a fact!
I saw him already, he's drunk drinking with a dog, I'm guilty as [F] fact!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder [C] is real!
[G] You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
[F]
[C]
[G]
[C] [Em]
[C] Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why not put down your gun?
You may shit, get together and have sex with your [F] son!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder is [C] real!
[G] You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
Okay, ladies and penis holsters, what we're talking about here is an 8K, 10W, globally trimmed, zero fire, time-corrected,
in-built, modified, rat-nosed, leather clutch-verse manufacturing facility,
somewhere at a secret location, perhaps in a building shaped like a donut in Lufkin, Texas.
Lufkin, the hometown of the Ticko Sting.
And also I'd like to talk about lesbian veterinarians, bald choppers, the motherfuckers,
the ones you should stay away from.
God bless them, but today, by now, I would be a happy man.
And also, if for one day, for one day only, I could wear the battle garb,
the battle garb done by the bravest synagogue-going-to-motherfuckers there ever was.
And them's the goddamn Jewish pictures on the battlefield.
And what do they do?
They gotta protect their heads with camouflage jamacus.
Camouflage jamacus dominates the scene when I go to bed at night.
[F]
[C]
You [G]
can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay.
Some wear pretty jamacus, but Mary has sin tits.
Some may wear it to get out of the kids, some to give to the friends you built.
[F]
[C]
[Cm] [G] You can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay.
A homosexual man in the [A] house of the cop.
Key:
C
F
G
A
Em
C
F
G
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why'd you shoot my dog?
If I took a shit, my friend, you'd probably shoot him!
[F]
Why, why, why, why?
Look, [C] you told me it isn't fair!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay! _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, you're certain it's a fact!
I saw him already, he's drunk drinking with a dog, I'm guilty as [F] fact!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder [C] is real!
_ _ _ _ [G] _ You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why not put down your gun?
You may shit, get together and have sex with your [F] son!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder is [C] real!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
_ _ _ _ _ _ Okay, ladies and penis holsters, what we're talking about here is an 8K, 10W, globally trimmed, zero fire, time-corrected,
in-built, modified, rat-nosed, leather clutch-verse manufacturing facility,
somewhere at a secret location, perhaps in a building shaped like a donut in Lufkin, Texas.
Lufkin, the hometown of the Ticko Sting.
And also I'd like to talk about lesbian veterinarians, bald choppers, the _ motherfuckers,
the ones you should stay away from.
God bless them, but today, by now, I would be a happy man.
And also, if for one day, for one day only, I could wear the battle garb,
the battle garb done by the bravest _ synagogue-going-to-motherfuckers there ever was.
And them's the goddamn Jewish pictures on the battlefield.
_ And what do they do?
They gotta protect their heads _ with _ camouflage jamacus. _ _
_ _ _ Camouflage jamacus dominates the scene when I go to bed at night.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
You _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay. _ _ _ _ _ _
Some wear pretty jamacus, but Mary has sin tits.
Some may wear it to get out of the kids, some to give to the friends you built.
[F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [G] You can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A homosexual man in the [A] house of the cop.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why'd you shoot my dog?
If I took a shit, my friend, you'd probably shoot him!
[F]
Why, why, why, why?
Look, [C] you told me it isn't fair!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay! _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey there, Mr.
Officer, you're certain it's a fact!
I saw him already, he's drunk drinking with a dog, I'm guilty as [F] fact!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder [C] is real!
_ _ _ _ [G] _ You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] Hey there, Mr.
Officer, why not put down your gun?
You may shit, get together and have sex with your [F] son!
Why, why, why, why?
The murder is [C] real!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] You can't fuck your gorgeous wife, unless you're certain [C] it's gay!
_ _ _ _ _ _ Okay, ladies and penis holsters, what we're talking about here is an 8K, 10W, globally trimmed, zero fire, time-corrected,
in-built, modified, rat-nosed, leather clutch-verse manufacturing facility,
somewhere at a secret location, perhaps in a building shaped like a donut in Lufkin, Texas.
Lufkin, the hometown of the Ticko Sting.
And also I'd like to talk about lesbian veterinarians, bald choppers, the _ motherfuckers,
the ones you should stay away from.
God bless them, but today, by now, I would be a happy man.
And also, if for one day, for one day only, I could wear the battle garb,
the battle garb done by the bravest _ synagogue-going-to-motherfuckers there ever was.
And them's the goddamn Jewish pictures on the battlefield.
_ And what do they do?
They gotta protect their heads _ with _ camouflage jamacus. _ _
_ _ _ Camouflage jamacus dominates the scene when I go to bed at night.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
You _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay. _ _ _ _ _ _
Some wear pretty jamacus, but Mary has sin tits.
Some may wear it to get out of the kids, some to give to the friends you built.
[F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [G] You can't fuck your daughter's wife, plus your son [C] is gay.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A homosexual man in the [A] house of the cop.