Eff Tabulatur von Bo Burnham (für Baryton)

X = chuck

C B E E x24793272356 (I usually repeat 3x)

C
Fuck the rules
C
Fuck the game
B
Fuck you tools
B
Fuck you're lame
E
If giving a fuck means sucking up then fuck it, fuck the fame
C
A bit unstable, fuck you brain
B
A bit like Abel, fuck you Cain
E
Dumb little fuck, if I'm fucking something up then fuck my name

C
Fuck the politicians
B
Fuck missionary missions
E
Fuck beauty competitions
E
Fuck bigoted traditions
C
I fucking hate that shit I do
B
And if you don't fuck it, fuck you too,
E
Couldn't give a fuck who I'm talking to
E
Fucking who? Fuck you dude.
C
Fuck how I'm regarded,
B
Or if I get bombarded
E
By sick creationists
E
Who are borderline retarded

C
Yeah, fuck me for my hard works
B
Fuck another R-word
E                        E
Fuck me for my hard work that got me into Harvard
C
Man fuck it, fuck my past
B
Fuck the time fuck it fast
E
If you think I'm fucking with you
E
Then you're fucking with your fucking last

C
God bless you common cold
B
Fuck the pope, fucking old
E
If he loved the poor than he would have sold
X
His mansion made of solid gold

C
So fuck him, yeah, fuck it, fuck him
B
I said it, fuck it, fuck him
E
Gonna save the deacons, preachers
E
All them geezers, fucking fuck it
C
Fuck the fashion scene
   B
It is so fucking obscene
        E
It will take a poor fat teen chick and make her turn bulimic

C
Fuck the shit that I came for
B
And fuck the shit that I paid for
E
And the rappers that made a name for
E
Calling for a race war
C
Now go out and pimp their rides,
B
Buy, accessorize, 
E
And turn ten thousand bright eyes
X
To the company run by the white guys

C
You suck, you fucking suck, 
B
You suck so much you suck, fuck
E
If I sucked as much as you I'd motherfucking shut it up
C
You suck, you fucking suck it
B
So fucking shut it
X
Drop the beat, then pick it up like Mr. Bucket.

C                     G
You've got sticks and stones to turn to
B            Em
But I've got words to hurt you
C            G                     B
So save your bullets 'cause you're fucked
C                     G
You've got sticks and stones to turn to
B            Em
But I've got words to hurt you
C            G                     B     B #(let it ring)
So save your bullets 'cause you're fucked

       C, G, B, Em
You're fuuuuuuucked    
            C  G
(so fuck it, 
               B
so so so so fu- so so so so fuck it)

C                                G
You think you're clever? You're fucked!
                                 B
You think you're better? You're fucked!
                             Em                          C
If you've been better for forever, but whatever, you're fucked!
                           G
So, tell me never, you're fucked!
                         B
And tell whoever you're fucked!
                                                        C
And do whatever, say whatever, 'cause whatever, you're fucked!

C                                G
You think you're clever? You're fucked!
                                 B
You think you're better? You're fucked!
                             Em                          C
If you've been better for forever, but whatever, you're fucked!
                           G
So, tell me never, you're fucked!
                         B
And tell whoever you're fucked!
                                                      
And do whatever, say whatever, 'cause whatever, you're 
       C. G. B, Em
You`re fuuuuuuucked!

   C, G, B
So fuuuuucked
       C, G, B, Em   C  G
You're fuuuuuuucked

B
Totally
 C, G, B, Em (strum each once for cool ending effect)
fuuuuuuuucked