White Man Acoustic Guitar

(One, Two, Three, Four...) G#m B Sitting there on the staircase C#m D#m A pale-faced man opens up a guitar case G#m B He shouldn't have brought it there in the first place C#m D#m Tuning the strings to a sound that just sounds... It don't sound good G#m B This hat bitch needs months more of practice C#m D#m The fact is guitar chords still hurt his fingers G#m B And he ain't a good singer but believes that C#m D#m All he needs to succeed is having something to say... And he don't have that, neither G#m B White man and acoustic guitar C#m D#m Has got to be the worst Plus One by far G#m B You can try to hide the instruments in your house C#m D#m But this white dude will go and fuckin' sniff 'em out G#m B And he's singing all the worst songs, saying C#m D#m "Hey, everybody, come and sing along!" G#m B 'Cause he don't know the words himself, he just put in C#m D#m The least amount of work to go impress some woman And the worst part is that it sometimes works