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Parade Tab

by Kimya Dawson


So this is my first attempt at this. If there are any mistakes, feel free to comment. Thanks! :]


Kimya Dawson - Parade 

Standard Tuning

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White man in white pants was dancing
 
inside out and lost his ass
                                 
a little black girl on black rollerblades
 
found his butt and picked it up
 
and gave it back and said "hey pops,
                           
c'mon down we're having a parade!"


everybody in this town

is turning brown, it's summertime
                          
c'mon down we're having a parade

don't answer your phone, let it sing

and join the orchestra of rings
                               
that will be our soundtrack for today

                                
a million people realize there's better things to do
                                    
than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
                                            
like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
        
singing "I'm in New York City, don't I look so pretty?" Hey!


mike bloomberg and jesse jackson

sit in tompkins square relaxin'

                              
reach a stalemate start another game

sarah jessica, tawana,

and the indian jane fonda
                         
eating mr. softies in the shade


a big fat mama in a thong

and a college girl with nothing on
                    
share a laugh over a lemonade

seven foot trannies trading tricks

with business men on pogo sticks
                         
'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!


                               
a million people realizing that reality
                                           
is much more real outside their door than it is on TV
                              
a plethora of specimens have taken to the street
         
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"


it's summertime in new york city

and the people aren't just plain old pretty
                                 
they're hot as hell, i think i'm gonna faint

even the junkies and the hari krishnas

and the guy who spray paints solar systems
                      
on the backs of plastic paper plates


it's so hot you could fry an egg

on the back of the pit-bull humping my leg
                              
i kinda like it, what more can i say?

'cept here comes hot dog in her wig

she's three times a lady, sweating like a pig
                             
the sun is shining everything's okay


                          
a million people realize a smile on someone's face
                              
is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
                                
and what makes people smile more than a big parade

through the streets of new york city

where everyone's so pretty

life used to be so shitty

but it's summertime, summertime, summertime 

Woohoo!