Ylvis - A Cappella, аккорды

Вступление Ab * = x02430 ORDER: I C1 INT1 A1 C2 B1 C3 O [INTRO] (4 measures beatbox) Ab | | Eb/G | | Oh.. yeah-ah, Volvo Fm | | Db | | Yeah... dap-dap shoo-wop, oh [CHORUS 1] Ab Little boy, lift your head and carry on Eb/G We're gonna save your life with an a cappella song Fm With a scooby scoob and a bap chooiah Db Little boy, you're gonna be just fine Ab Oooo Woolen Hats Ebadd9/G Ahhhh Bap, Leather Straps Fm Ooh... Smile Db6 Look on your face like you know Jesus personally [INTERLUDE 1] Ab (So what makes a cappella so cool? Ab * Well, you only need your voice Ab And nothing else!) [A1] Gbadd9 We don't need any drums Dbadd9/F n.c. | | All we need is John Gb6/9 Dbadd9/F We don't need any trum - pet Ab Dbadd9/F Ab/Eb Db6/9 Ab/C when we've got Tom Eb7sus4/Bb Abadd9/C We don't even need an U - ber app We just bap Db/Eb Open up Bb7/D Eb Take me home; here it is, now stop. That is a cappella to me. [CHORUS 2] Ab Boodelooap, boodelooap Eb Boodelooap, boodelooap Everybody's wondering why we're singing Fm Boodelooap Cm Fm That's because they've never tasted Dbadd9 Boo - delooap Nigerian soft drink Ab Boodelooap One sip and you never go back Bbm Ab Boodelooap! [B1] Eb Fm7 Now, let's go fight those bullies Dbmaj7 With a cappella's strongest weapon Eb It's the, 'we can do any style' trick Eb/F Come on F ROCK! Bbm Rock, rock, mm, rock, oh-ohh... Bbm Ooh, rock you Come on HIP HOP RAP! Fm Yo yo yo, gangsta man Csus4/G C/G My vocal cords is my gun. Fm/Ab Rap-bap-bap-bap-bap-shoo-ow Bbm7 Ski-bi-di bi-bi-di bi-bi-di bi-bi-di bip, pa-pow! Abadd9/C Ooh... [CHORUS 3] Ab Eb Hey G-man, come on the tour bus and live the dream life with us Fm "Oh sorry G-man, I want to stay here with the gang Db I know it's a tough life, but it's my life." Oh G-man, I hope you learned something today Ab "You bet! Don't worry about me now." Eb I don't, I trust in you, you know a cappella now. Fm "I do?" Db But hey, before I leave - give me a style and an artist. n.c. "Michael Jackson? Samba?" You got it! [OUTRO] (from "Bad") G7 Your butt is mine Gonna tell you right Just show your face In broad daylight I'm telling you On how I feel Gonna hurt your mind Don't shoot to kill...