Not Fucking Around taby ukulele według Big D and The Kid's Table (Chwyty barytonu)

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Okay, I'll answer for real
     F                           C                      G
If I found myself stranded on an island with 6 million girls

Well, I'd put them all to work
                 F                                C                         
We'd build a kickass sailboat to get me back to you
                           G         
See, I'm not fucking around
                                                                    
I just love how you come up with these
                      F                    C                
You're saying if I was drunk and away on tour
                   G                           
And if we got in a, ooh, big fight
                                             F               
And then some loosey twit started flirting with me
           C                                                                                         
Well, even drunk and bummed out 
                         G                             Dm       
I'd say you best move on girl, I don't mess around, No!

Chorus 1:
Dm            C                                                                                                                                                          
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa 
                G                                  
Yah, yah, yah, yah, 
Em            C                                                                                                                                                          
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa 
                Bm                                  
Yah, yah, yah, yah, 

G                                                                                     
So do you have it straight? If not keep on asking
F                                                           
The bar's open late and I don't mind
C                                                      G                                     
Until you finally see, with you, I won't be fucking around
                                                                                       
Sure, we'll have two more drinks, come sit a bit closer

F                                                                         
Hit me with another of your silly questions
         C                                              G      
When the sun comes up, you'll see I won't be fucking around


                                                F                               
If my friends from school days brought me to a strip club
                         C                                G               
Bought me some of those lap dances, say what would I do then?
                                                      
Well, I'd have to point to Mikey, 
                                F                                  
see he don't have too much luck with the ladies
                 C                                 
Tell the girls "There, that's me,"
                      G                                             
Then I'll call you up so we can razz it around

Chorus:
Dm            C                                                                                                                                                          
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa 
                G                                  
Yah, yah, yah, yah, 
Em            C                                                                                                                                                          
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa 
                Bm                                  
Yah, yah, yah, yah - yah, yah, yah
G                                                                                     
So do you have it straight? If not keep on asking
F                                                           
The bar's open late and I don't mind
C                                                      G               
Until you finally see, with you, I won't be fucking around
                                                                                       
Sure, we'll have two more drinks, come sit a bit closer
F                                                                         
Hit me with another of your silly questions
C                                                       G               
When the sun comes up, you'll see I won't be fucking around
                        G       F                  
Never be fuckin around
C                           G     G  F                   
Ooooh, never fuckin around  
C                           G     Am                  
Ooooh, never fuckin around  
           C                       Am        C                G                                                                                
What if your high school girlfriend showed up while I was away?
                       Bm           
Well, I'd go under the sink
       C                       Am                    C   Bm               
And grab some insect repellent and spray that girl away-ayy
           G                              
Yeah, I'll stop my stealing, I'll stop my fighting
      F                                     
I'll change my dirty ways, For you just you yeah
    C                                          G
I'm damn well smart, and I won't be fucking around
                                             
So are you feeling good? Do you know I'm yours?
      F                                   C           
Raise up that head and those cute shoulders
                                             G
Let's head on home, I'll never be fucking around

            G                              
Yeah, I'll stop my stealing, I'll stop my fighting
      F                                     
I'll change my dirty ways, For you just you yeah
    C                                        G
I know what I got, and I won't be fucking around
                                             
So are you feeling good? Do you know I'm yours?
F                                                                           
Raise up that head and those cute shoulders
      C                                      G
Let's head on home, I'll never be fucking around

No! Never be fuckin around

G                             F                                                                                                                        
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa 
                                                  
Yah, yah, yah, yah, 
C                                                                                                                                                                         
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa 
G                                                  
Yah, yah, yah, yah, 
                                                                                                                                                                         
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa
F                                                
Yah, yah, yah, yah, 
C
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh,
G                             F
Yah, yah, yah, yahhhhhhhhh