Put Your Records On [Cover] By The Chipettes (With Lyrics!) Chords

_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
Three little birds [F#m] sat on my [D] window and [E] they told me I don't [A] need to worry. _ _
Summer came like [F#m] cinnamon, so [D] sweet. _
Little girls have a latch on [A] the concrete.
_ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ Maybe sometimes [F#m]
we got it [B] wrong, but it's alright.
[D]
Some things seem to change, [G#] but [C#] most stay the [D] same.
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, [A] put your records [F#m] on, favorite [Bm] song.
You put your [A] head down, and parents say [F#m] to you, I hope you get your [B]
dreams.
You're [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
gonna find yourself [Dm] somewhere, _ [A] somehow.
_ _ _ _ Blue as the [F#m] sky, sunburnt and lonely, [D] sitting in the bar by [A] the roadside.
Just relax, just relax, don't let those other [F#m] boys fool you.
[D] Gotta love that afro [A] hair, too.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [C#] Maybe sometimes [F#m] we feel afraid, but it's [B] alright.
[D] The boys stay the same, but [G#] the [D] mother seems changed.
Oh, don't you think it's [A] strange.
Girl, put your records [F#m] on, tell me your favorite [F#m] song.
[Bm] You put your head [A]
down, and _ parents say to [F#m] you, I hope you get your [B] dreams.
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] You're gonna find yourself [Dm]
somewhere, _ [B] somehow.
_ It was [F#m] love and I could [Bm] take pity for pity's [F#m] sake.
Some nights kept me awake.
I thought that I was stronger.
When you [B] gonna realize [Bm] that you don't even [D] ever try [Bm] to _ [D] do [A] what you want to.
Girl, put [D] your records [F#m] on, _ favorite song.
[Bm] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ You get [Bm] your dreams. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ Girl, put your records [F#m] on, favorite song. _ _ _
_ [A] _ You put your head down, and parents say to [F#m] you, I hope you get [Bm] your dreams. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Somewhere. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _