Chords for Beatles Shakespear skit (in color)
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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This man, his pyramids if you would know, this beauteous lady, this man presented war,
that vile war which did those lovers thunder, and through walls chinked for souls, they
were content to whisper.
This man with lantern, dog, and bush of corn, presented moonshine,
this grisly beast, dear, loved by all.
This man, his pyramids, if you would know, this
man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
No, no sympathy do I see, a wicked war.
He should not, because if sympathy's due, and
she comes in and says, oh, how bold, for often has thou e'er been bold, for part in my first
pyramid has been.
My cherry lips have often kissed thy soul.
I see a voice, how will I
answer the chink?
I'll answer the chink then, come along.
There is a bee.
There is a bee.
More!
My love, my love.
Oh, no, my love. Zombie!
Two thousand mini-shoes, big straight away.
Mini-shoes is a pillow freighter.
[E] Oh, dolly good.
Not about a rabbit.
Not [Eb] a rabbit.
My thought is God's, though, and being done, a bold woman.
Oh, no!
Come on, boys.
Come on.
You ladies, you who fear the smallest monstrous mouse of all, may now perchance both take
and assemble here, as lion roc and wild as rage doth roar.
Oh.
That noise.
You know that I want to speak to you.
Tell your wife.
Say, what I'm.
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
Get back, Polly.
Polly.
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
I, the man in the moon, do seem to be.
Good.
Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this ransom is the moon.
See?
I got it.
I'm the man in the moon.
This thornbush here is my thornbush, and this doggy buggy here is my dog.
And if you don't laugh, Pott will give you the kick in the yard.
So this is old Vinnie's tomb.
So where is my loaf?
Get over here.
Sweet moon, I thank thee, my sweet bee.
Remember.
Hello, hello, hello.
What did I know?
Doctor.
What eyes do you see?
How can it be?
What's this?
Old Jim.
My mantle good, all covered in blood.
How dainty, Doc.
Old Jim.
How would I like thee to come to you, confound, out-sword, and wound a hat of cinnamon.
But let that, for a heart to have, must die out.
All right, all right.
Now am I dead.
Oh well, you can't win them all.
Tombs, tombstone life.
Tombs, tombstone life.
See, Doc.
Now die.
Die, die, die.
Die, dead my foot.
Spin him at the riser.
Beep, beep.
Quite some.
Dead, a tombstone, supervised two times.
Those lily lips.
This cherry nose.
These yellow, velvet cheeks.
I've gone, I've gone.
Lovers make false desires.
Green, half-leaf.
Oh, not a word, not a word.
Not a word.
Thankful, that's a word.
Not a word.
Not a word.
Come, trusty sword.
Come, blade.
My breath improves.
And so, farewell, friends.
This is the end.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
Thank you, please.
Adieu.
[D]
Adieu.
This man, his pyramids if you would know, this beauteous lady, this man presented war,
that vile war which did those lovers thunder, and through walls chinked for souls, they
were content to whisper.
This man with lantern, dog, and bush of corn, presented moonshine,
this grisly beast, dear, loved by all.
This man, his pyramids, if you would know, this
man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
No, no sympathy do I see, a wicked war.
He should not, because if sympathy's due, and
she comes in and says, oh, how bold, for often has thou e'er been bold, for part in my first
pyramid has been.
My cherry lips have often kissed thy soul.
I see a voice, how will I
answer the chink?
I'll answer the chink then, come along.
There is a bee.
There is a bee.
More!
My love, my love.
Oh, no, my love. Zombie!
Two thousand mini-shoes, big straight away.
Mini-shoes is a pillow freighter.
[E] Oh, dolly good.
Not about a rabbit.
Not [Eb] a rabbit.
My thought is God's, though, and being done, a bold woman.
Oh, no!
Come on, boys.
Come on.
You ladies, you who fear the smallest monstrous mouse of all, may now perchance both take
and assemble here, as lion roc and wild as rage doth roar.
Oh.
That noise.
You know that I want to speak to you.
Tell your wife.
Say, what I'm.
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
Get back, Polly.
Polly.
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
I, the man in the moon, do seem to be.
Good.
Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this ransom is the moon.
See?
I got it.
I'm the man in the moon.
This thornbush here is my thornbush, and this doggy buggy here is my dog.
And if you don't laugh, Pott will give you the kick in the yard.
So this is old Vinnie's tomb.
So where is my loaf?
Get over here.
Sweet moon, I thank thee, my sweet bee.
Remember.
Hello, hello, hello.
What did I know?
Doctor.
What eyes do you see?
How can it be?
What's this?
Old Jim.
My mantle good, all covered in blood.
How dainty, Doc.
Old Jim.
How would I like thee to come to you, confound, out-sword, and wound a hat of cinnamon.
But let that, for a heart to have, must die out.
All right, all right.
Now am I dead.
Oh well, you can't win them all.
Tombs, tombstone life.
Tombs, tombstone life.
See, Doc.
Now die.
Die, die, die.
Die, dead my foot.
Spin him at the riser.
Beep, beep.
Quite some.
Dead, a tombstone, supervised two times.
Those lily lips.
This cherry nose.
These yellow, velvet cheeks.
I've gone, I've gone.
Lovers make false desires.
Green, half-leaf.
Oh, not a word, not a word.
Not a word.
Thankful, that's a word.
Not a word.
Not a word.
Come, trusty sword.
Come, blade.
My breath improves.
And so, farewell, friends.
This is the end.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
Thank you, please.
Adieu.
[D]
Adieu.
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[A] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ This man, his pyramids if you would know, this beauteous lady, this man presented war,
that vile war which did those lovers thunder, and through walls chinked for souls, they
were content to whisper.
This man with lantern, dog, and bush of corn, presented moonshine,
this grisly beast, dear, loved by all.
This man, his pyramids, if you would know, this
_ man, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ this man, this man, _ _ _ this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
_ _ man, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
No, no sympathy do I see, a wicked war.
He should _ not, because if sympathy's due, and
she comes in and says, oh, _ how bold, for often has thou e'er been bold, for part in my first
pyramid has been.
My cherry lips have often kissed thy soul.
I see a voice, how will I
answer the chink? _
I'll answer the chink then, come along.
There is a bee. _
There is a bee.
More!
My love, my love.
Oh, no, my love. Zombie!
Two thousand mini-shoes, big straight away.
Mini-shoes is a pillow freighter.
[E] Oh, dolly good.
Not about a rabbit.
Not [Eb] a rabbit.
My thought is God's, though, and being done, a bold woman.
Oh, no!
_ _ _ _ Come on, boys.
Come on.
You ladies, you who fear the smallest monstrous mouse of all, may now perchance both take
and assemble here, as lion roc and wild as rage doth roar.
Oh.
That noise.
You know that I want to speak to you.
Tell your wife.
Say, what I'm. _ _ _
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
Get back, Polly.
Polly.
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
I, the man in the moon, do seem to be.
Good.
Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this ransom is the moon.
See?
I got it.
I'm the man in the moon.
This thornbush here is my thornbush, and this doggy buggy here is my dog.
And if you don't laugh, Pott will give you the kick in the_ _yard.
So _ this is old Vinnie's tomb. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
So where is my loaf?
_ Get over _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
here.
Sweet moon, I thank thee, my sweet bee.
Remember.
Hello, hello, hello.
What did I know?
Doctor.
What eyes do you see?
How can it be?
What's this?
Old Jim.
_ My mantle good, all covered in blood.
How dainty, Doc.
Old Jim.
How would I like thee to come to you, confound, out-sword, and wound a hat of cinnamon.
But let that, for a heart to have, must die out.
_ All _ right, all right.
Now am I dead.
_ Oh well, you can't win them all.
Tombs, tombstone life.
Tombs, tombstone life.
See, Doc.
_ Now die. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Die, die, die.
Die, dead my foot.
Spin him at the riser.
Beep, beep. _
Quite some.
Dead, a tombstone, supervised two times.
Those lily lips. _
This cherry nose.
These yellow, velvet cheeks.
I've gone, I've gone.
Lovers make false desires.
Green, half-leaf.
Oh, not a word, not a word.
Not a word.
Thankful, that's a word.
Not a word.
Not a word.
Come, trusty sword.
Come, blade.
My breath improves.
_ And so, farewell, friends.
This is the end.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
Thank you, please.
Adieu.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Adieu. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This man, his pyramids if you would know, this beauteous lady, this man presented war,
that vile war which did those lovers thunder, and through walls chinked for souls, they
were content to whisper.
This man with lantern, dog, and bush of corn, presented moonshine,
this grisly beast, dear, loved by all.
This man, his pyramids, if you would know, this
_ man, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ this man, this man, _ _ _ this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
_ _ man, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this man, this
No, no sympathy do I see, a wicked war.
He should _ not, because if sympathy's due, and
she comes in and says, oh, _ how bold, for often has thou e'er been bold, for part in my first
pyramid has been.
My cherry lips have often kissed thy soul.
I see a voice, how will I
answer the chink? _
I'll answer the chink then, come along.
There is a bee. _
There is a bee.
More!
My love, my love.
Oh, no, my love. Zombie!
Two thousand mini-shoes, big straight away.
Mini-shoes is a pillow freighter.
[E] Oh, dolly good.
Not about a rabbit.
Not [Eb] a rabbit.
My thought is God's, though, and being done, a bold woman.
Oh, no!
_ _ _ _ Come on, boys.
Come on.
You ladies, you who fear the smallest monstrous mouse of all, may now perchance both take
and assemble here, as lion roc and wild as rage doth roar.
Oh.
That noise.
You know that I want to speak to you.
Tell your wife.
Say, what I'm. _ _ _
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
Get back, Polly.
Polly.
This ransom doth be all that the moon can say.
I, the man in the moon, do seem to be.
Good.
Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this ransom is the moon.
See?
I got it.
I'm the man in the moon.
This thornbush here is my thornbush, and this doggy buggy here is my dog.
And if you don't laugh, Pott will give you the kick in the_ _yard.
So _ this is old Vinnie's tomb. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
So where is my loaf?
_ Get over _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
here.
Sweet moon, I thank thee, my sweet bee.
Remember.
Hello, hello, hello.
What did I know?
Doctor.
What eyes do you see?
How can it be?
What's this?
Old Jim.
_ My mantle good, all covered in blood.
How dainty, Doc.
Old Jim.
How would I like thee to come to you, confound, out-sword, and wound a hat of cinnamon.
But let that, for a heart to have, must die out.
_ All _ right, all right.
Now am I dead.
_ Oh well, you can't win them all.
Tombs, tombstone life.
Tombs, tombstone life.
See, Doc.
_ Now die. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Die, die, die.
Die, dead my foot.
Spin him at the riser.
Beep, beep. _
Quite some.
Dead, a tombstone, supervised two times.
Those lily lips. _
This cherry nose.
These yellow, velvet cheeks.
I've gone, I've gone.
Lovers make false desires.
Green, half-leaf.
Oh, not a word, not a word.
Not a word.
Thankful, that's a word.
Not a word.
Not a word.
Come, trusty sword.
Come, blade.
My breath improves.
_ And so, farewell, friends.
This is the end.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
Thank you, please.
Adieu.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Adieu. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _