Pity The Fool taby ukulele według Molly Lewis (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro: 
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I used to get upset over giant papercuts and math equations
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Nothing stuck in my craw more than dog fights and shopping malls and tax evasion
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and sexist tabloid culture and branjalina and papperazi
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and proposition 8 and discrimination and neo-nazis




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But anymore these things don't seem to bother meeeee
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Ever since I started hanging out with Mr T
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He told me to stay out of drugs, and drink my milk, and treat my mother right
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and I pity the fool who disagrees.



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I disliked gwen stifani for her weird ass voice and that stupid hair of hers 
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And it felt like J. K. Rowling conspired to kill off all my favourite characters 
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I disliked all the people I had to ride on the commuter bus
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If nancy grace and I were to meet I would have kicked her in the uterus



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But my attitude has had a total overhaul
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Since mr t told me how to forgive them all
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He said let the nay sayers nay, I don't care what they say, it's all jibber jabber anyway
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And I pity the fool who cannot rhyme


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he said I must go on, gotta help more kids gotta spread my knowledge
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I said T please don't go he said, hold it kid, you're old and you're in college
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he said you know all that I know I can't teach you nothing I swear it's true
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go out and live your life because there's so much goodness in the world for you



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You go watch as bob ross paints himself some happy trees
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And those happy cows on TV make you happy cheese
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and he dug in his spurs, and rode into the sky, On that thing from the never ending story
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And I pity the fool who mess with T.