[Intro]
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D D#dim A6no3/E Fno5addF# F#m B A F#m A
[Verse 1]
A F#m
Got a phonograph on my forehead, friend.
D7 E
It plays sad songs about the dead
A
When I listen to my records
F#m
No matter what they are
D7
They sound real good
E
But real weird
I know something, yeah something, yeah something, yeah something is wrong
B
Oh yeah
[Verse 2]
A F#m
All my old records used to not want me dead
A
Now they do, they're all about it
A F#m
Well my Monkees' sounding like a corpse but I don't mind
D7
He sounds real good
E
And he still keeps time
A F#m
And the Beatles they keep singing about graveyards and bugs
D E
It sounds so good that I can't get up
I know something, yeah something, yeah something, yeah something is wrong
B
Oh yeah
A F#m
All my old records used to not sing about the dead
A
But, now they do, all about it baby, here we go
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D D#dim A6no3/E Fno5addF# F#m B A F#m A
A F#m x8
Spoken at the end]
