Too Beck

D7 D7 D7 There's a little town by the river bed and with a book that's writ about it D7 D7 It has every word they've ever said that's listed so you can count them D7 D7 And every little thought that was in their head the people by the mountain D7 D7 D7 Divided by each syllable and tossed into a fountain D7 D7 And they wished for this, they wished for that D7 And so the stars were in their hand | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 D7 Olive is a girl who never even mentioned butterflies D7 D7 She'd rather soak up invisible things and pour them from her eyes D7 D7 And I know what comes from the amplifiers, the pedals and the horns D7 D7 It's the closest thing to the holy noise that I met the minute I was born D7 D7 It's the closest thing to the holy noise that I met the minute I was born D7 D7 It's the closest thing to the holy noise that I met the minute I was born D7 D7 It's the closest thing to the holy noise that I met the minute I was born D7 D7 It's the closest thing to the holy noise that I met the minute I was born G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw G7 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-maw | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | | D7 | D7 | | G7 | G7 | G7 | G7 | | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | | D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 Wished for this, wished for that D7 The silver stars were in your hat D7 Wished for this, wished for that D7 The silver stars were in your hat D7 Wished for this, wished for that N.C. The silver stars were in your hat