Kombucha In The Jar

E C#m As I was going over the road from A Ennistymon, I met with a dreadlocked man E B and his bitcoin he was counting E I first produced me fiddle C#m And then produced me vaper A E Saying "Stand and Chaturanga" for you are a yoga teacher B Musha ring dum a doo dum a daa E Whack for the daddy ol' A Whack for the daddy ol' E B E There's kombucha in the jar E He revoluted me some money C#m To go and buy focaccia A E Ran up and down the prom a pretty fellow B I was catching E He took my surf skateboard C#m Lit a match to his incense A And said you'll never have me E I'm a prince and no-one's mister B Musha ring dum a doo dum a daa E Whack for the daddy ol' A Whack for the daddy ol' E B E There's kombucha in the jar E I went into the water C#m All for to take a paddle A The waves were soft and flat E B And I lay there struck by wonder E The guy with my skateboard C#m Was standing by the water A He stood there doing yoga E With his wetsuit torn asunder B Musha ring dum a doo dum a daa E Whack for the daddy ol' A Whack for the daddy ol' E B E There's kombucha in the jar E It was just before the sunset C#m When I got out of the water A Went over to the fellow and I saw E Someone with him E It was the dreadlocked man from earlier C#m He said where's my fckn' focaccia A I gave you fifteen euro and you E fecked off to the water B Musha ring dum a doo dum a daa E Whack for the daddy ol' A Whack for the daddy ol' E B E There's kombucha in the jar