Do God Wop

NOTE: I'm starting 3 minutes in, 
after the agonizingly long 
instrumental intro.
      Also, I'm only including the 
harmony vocals that don't conflict 
(chord-wise)
      with Thorton's vocals.   It's 
less complicated that way, believe 
me.

C

C Am F G  C Am F G

   C                  Am
My bones are starting to show thru
   F                 G
My eyes are dark and hollow
     C               Am
It's all because I'm missing you
             F               G
It's getting hard for me to swallow
   C             Am
If magic doesn't really come
    F              G
Why did you say it did
        C          Am
If it's just a fantasy for some
     F             G
What do I tell the kids


(Rest is Spoken)

C         Am
  Ah Dear God
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F                           G    
I come to you in all humbilitude 
      F   C
(humbilitude)
          Am                       
As a representative of the children
  F           G
 (daddy, daddyyyyyy)
    C
Yes they're the ones who aksed me to
 come to you
    Am                    
And talk to you about this 
                   F
particular subject
     G                  F    
That subject being that little 
                   C
saying you gave us when we were in 
Bible school
Am             F
At Camp Tanico
                 G                 
Aks (aks) and ye shall receive 
             C
(take it take it ooh)

             Am
Now what we aksed for was
F                                 
Can you please just tell us what 
   G                               
the fuck's goin' on (what the 
       C
fuck's goin' on)
        Am
Does magic really come?
F                           G
I don't be irreverent or anything 
like that
           F               C
I wouldn't dare would I?
                Am              
But see I'm standing here at Dub 
      F
Vallard's Frostee Freeze
                  G
At the corner of Highway 67 and 
Salinburger Street
C             Am                 
The home of a lovely girl with a 
        F             G
poodle haircut named Cindy
               C            Am    
To whom I gave one cleat, a 
                        F
football cleat (hit 'em again 
harder)
                   G               
Because I could't afford the 15 
               C               Am
that the doctors' sons could (for 
you)

    F                 G
You see, we're kinda lost out here 
GOd
                      C            
I've got this fucking snowcone in 
                  Am           
my hand, and it's dripping down 
           F
(drip drip drip)
And we're wonderin' since you're 
G                         F      C
kinda the doctor of the universe
         Am                        
Could ya give us a little cream or 
                   F         G
somethin' for that   (cream doctor)
      C               Am          
Could ya just help us out a 
    F
smidgin
   G                            
Kinda lookin' for a clue (just a 
  C
clue)
        Am
I mean not in the mystery sense
           F G          F        
Not in the     Humphrey Bogart 
    C
sense
    Am                     F
But just in the sense that
         G
We wanna know what to do
        C                          
When we wake up in the morning and 
             Am                
our heart is beating out of our 
                F  G
fucking chest
C      Am     F  G  C
And it hurts