Chords for Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra - "Holy Cannoli" (A Fistful of Vinyl sessions)
Tempo:
128.25 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hello, this is Walter Middy and his makeshift orchestra.
You are listening to Fistful of Vinyl on KXLU 88.9 FM Los Angeles.
Fistful of Vinyl.
I said that.
What's the song?
Oh, the song is called Holy Canoli.
Are we good?
I guess I should check.
I think so.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
My perfect pinup come off the wall
I ditched my buds for her bedroom
But I swear it's not my fault
I think [B] these feelings must be holy
This [F#] could be love, sorry love
I'd [C#] find her drunk in the street
Kiss [B] the puke off of her cheek
Put [F#] her to bed
And [C#] in the morning my doll
[B] Remembers nothing at all
I [F#] never said
But now our summer's been in two different ways
We talk like every other day
But now the decks are getting shorter
[B] Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I [F#] kinda mumble so nobody else knows
[C#] Conversations are sweet, [B] real nice
But nothing too deep, [F#] not like before
[C#] Still say I love you but now
[B] The words are forced from my mouth
[F#] It's kind of a bore
Like we're not fun anymore
[B] What about the things I really meant?
[F#]
[C#]
[B] [F#]
[C#]
[B] [F#]
Now my pillow smell like you in the morning
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets
And I'm like, holy f***in' [B] holy
I've got plenty competition, I know
She'll [F#] find a new man to carry you home
He's [C#] frothing cooler than me
[B] He sleeps right where I used to sleep
Right [F#] by your door
And [C#] in the morning they kiss
Say [B] I've never felt like this [F#] before
[N] Chill
You are listening to Fistful of Vinyl on KXLU 88.9 FM Los Angeles.
Fistful of Vinyl.
I said that.
What's the song?
Oh, the song is called Holy Canoli.
Are we good?
I guess I should check.
I think so.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
My perfect pinup come off the wall
I ditched my buds for her bedroom
But I swear it's not my fault
I think [B] these feelings must be holy
This [F#] could be love, sorry love
I'd [C#] find her drunk in the street
Kiss [B] the puke off of her cheek
Put [F#] her to bed
And [C#] in the morning my doll
[B] Remembers nothing at all
I [F#] never said
But now our summer's been in two different ways
We talk like every other day
But now the decks are getting shorter
[B] Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I [F#] kinda mumble so nobody else knows
[C#] Conversations are sweet, [B] real nice
But nothing too deep, [F#] not like before
[C#] Still say I love you but now
[B] The words are forced from my mouth
[F#] It's kind of a bore
Like we're not fun anymore
[B] What about the things I really meant?
[F#]
[C#]
[B] [F#]
[C#]
[B] [F#]
Now my pillow smell like you in the morning
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets
And I'm like, holy f***in' [B] holy
I've got plenty competition, I know
She'll [F#] find a new man to carry you home
He's [C#] frothing cooler than me
[B] He sleeps right where I used to sleep
Right [F#] by your door
And [C#] in the morning they kiss
Say [B] I've never felt like this [F#] before
[N] Chill
Key:
B
F#
C#
B
F#
C#
B
F#
_ Hello, this is Walter Middy and his makeshift orchestra.
You are listening to Fistful of Vinyl on KXLU 88.9 FM Los Angeles.
Fistful of Vinyl.
I said that.
What's the song?
Oh, the song is called Holy Canoli. _ _ _ _
Are we good?
I guess I should check.
I think so.
Thank you.
_ _ You're welcome. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My perfect pinup come off the wall
_ I ditched my buds for her bedroom
But I swear it's not my fault
I think [B] these feelings must be holy
This [F#] could be love, sorry love
_ I'd [C#] find her drunk in the street
Kiss [B] the puke off of her cheek
Put [F#] her to bed _
_ _ _ And [C#] in the morning my doll
[B] Remembers nothing at all
I [F#] never said _
_ _ _ But now our summer's been in two different ways
We talk like every other day
But now the decks are getting shorter
[B] Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I [F#] kinda mumble so nobody else knows
_ [C#] _ Conversations are sweet, [B] real nice
But nothing too deep, [F#] not like before
_ _ _ _ [C#] Still say I love you but now
[B] The words are forced from my mouth
[F#] It's kind of a bore
_ _ Like we're not fun anymore _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] What about the things I really meant?
_ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now my pillow smell like you in the morning
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets
And I'm like, holy f***in' [B] holy
I've got plenty competition, I know
_ She'll [F#] find a new man to carry you home
He's [C#] frothing cooler than me
[B] He sleeps right where I used to sleep
Right [F#] by your door _
_ _ _ And [C#] in the morning they kiss
Say [B] I've never felt like this [F#] before _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ Chill
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You are listening to Fistful of Vinyl on KXLU 88.9 FM Los Angeles.
Fistful of Vinyl.
I said that.
What's the song?
Oh, the song is called Holy Canoli. _ _ _ _
Are we good?
I guess I should check.
I think so.
Thank you.
_ _ You're welcome. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My perfect pinup come off the wall
_ I ditched my buds for her bedroom
But I swear it's not my fault
I think [B] these feelings must be holy
This [F#] could be love, sorry love
_ I'd [C#] find her drunk in the street
Kiss [B] the puke off of her cheek
Put [F#] her to bed _
_ _ _ And [C#] in the morning my doll
[B] Remembers nothing at all
I [F#] never said _
_ _ _ But now our summer's been in two different ways
We talk like every other day
But now the decks are getting shorter
[B] Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I [F#] kinda mumble so nobody else knows
_ [C#] _ Conversations are sweet, [B] real nice
But nothing too deep, [F#] not like before
_ _ _ _ [C#] Still say I love you but now
[B] The words are forced from my mouth
[F#] It's kind of a bore
_ _ Like we're not fun anymore _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] What about the things I really meant?
_ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now my pillow smell like you in the morning
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets
And I'm like, holy f***in' [B] holy
I've got plenty competition, I know
_ She'll [F#] find a new man to carry you home
He's [C#] frothing cooler than me
[B] He sleeps right where I used to sleep
Right [F#] by your door _
_ _ _ And [C#] in the morning they kiss
Say [B] I've never felt like this [F#] before _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ Chill
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _