Chords for Love Is w/ Lyrics - Bo Burnham
Tempo:
136.85 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
D
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Um, so this next song is about love, appropriately.
[F]
[D] [G]
I love you like kings love queens, [C] like a gay [D] geneticist loves designer jeans.
[G]
I need you like New Orleans needs a [C] drought, like Hitler's [D] father needed to learn to [G] pull out.
And I want you, yeah, [C] like a lawyer slash [D] mathematician wants some [G] kind of proof.
And I want you, yeah, like [C] [D] JFK wanted a [G] car with a roof.
Because love [C] is taking that dive [Em] and getting really [D] comfortable and peeing in the [G] pool.
And love [C] is a real life porn, minus all [D] the stuff that makes porn [G] cool.
And love is [C] a homeless guy [Em] searching for treasure in [D] the middle of the [G] rain.
And finding [C] a bag of gold coins and [D] slowly finding out they're all filled with [G] chocolate.
And [C] even though he's [Em] heartbroken, he can't [E] complain, cause he was hungry in the [G] first place.
[G]
[C] [D] [G] Because I love you like Dora loves maps, like [C] the Pope's toilet [E] loves holy craps.
It's a little one.
I need you like a voyeur needs a branch, [C] like boys tossing salad [D] needs a little bit of [G] Neverland Ranch.
And I want you, yeah, like [C] all the gothic kids that [D] look exactly the same never [G] want to conform.
And I want you [C] like Anne Frank [D]
wanted [E] nobody to read her fucking [G] diary.
Cause a diary's a collection of secret things no one's supposed to read, that's the whole point of a diary.
Millions of people to breach this little girl's privacy after she was chased by Nazis.
Kick her while she's down.
[G] And if we met in [C] 10,000 BC, [D] I was your caveman, you was my cave lady.
[G] If we got hot, we'd start rubbing.
If we got hungry, we'd go [C] clubbing.
There's woolly mammoths, but I will [D] protect us.
You're making me devolve to a homo erectus, [C] motherfucker.
And if we met in 1780, [D] I was a white southern aristocratic plantation owner and you were my dark-skinned servant lady.
[Bb]
[G] Slave.
Whenever I could get away from the missus, I'd go to your shed and then I'd steal you [C] kisses.
But let's be serious, I'd still work [D] you full-time as a slave.
There's a difference between romantic language and a complete disregard for socioeconomic trends.
[C] And if we met in 1941, [D] I was a Nazi, you was a gypsy on the run.
Hmm, that's a [G] little redundant.
That probably wouldn't have worked out.
[C]
[G]
Because love [C] is your favorite food for every [D] breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
[G] And [C] love is the holocaust if you don't die quick [G] and you don't get thinner.
And love [C] is being the owner of the [D] company that makes [G] rape whistles.
And even though [C] you started the [Em] company with good intentions, [D] trying to reduce the [G] rate of rape,
now you don't [C] want to reduce it at all, because if the rate rate declines, you'll see an equal [G] decline in whistle sale.
[C] Without [G] rape fists, who's gonna buy your whistle?
[C] Yeah, [D]
love is all about
Whistle.
Thank you.
[A]
[F]
[D] [G]
I love you like kings love queens, [C] like a gay [D] geneticist loves designer jeans.
[G]
I need you like New Orleans needs a [C] drought, like Hitler's [D] father needed to learn to [G] pull out.
And I want you, yeah, [C] like a lawyer slash [D] mathematician wants some [G] kind of proof.
And I want you, yeah, like [C] [D] JFK wanted a [G] car with a roof.
Because love [C] is taking that dive [Em] and getting really [D] comfortable and peeing in the [G] pool.
And love [C] is a real life porn, minus all [D] the stuff that makes porn [G] cool.
And love is [C] a homeless guy [Em] searching for treasure in [D] the middle of the [G] rain.
And finding [C] a bag of gold coins and [D] slowly finding out they're all filled with [G] chocolate.
And [C] even though he's [Em] heartbroken, he can't [E] complain, cause he was hungry in the [G] first place.
[G]
[C] [D] [G] Because I love you like Dora loves maps, like [C] the Pope's toilet [E] loves holy craps.
It's a little one.
I need you like a voyeur needs a branch, [C] like boys tossing salad [D] needs a little bit of [G] Neverland Ranch.
And I want you, yeah, like [C] all the gothic kids that [D] look exactly the same never [G] want to conform.
And I want you [C] like Anne Frank [D]
wanted [E] nobody to read her fucking [G] diary.
Cause a diary's a collection of secret things no one's supposed to read, that's the whole point of a diary.
Millions of people to breach this little girl's privacy after she was chased by Nazis.
Kick her while she's down.
[G] And if we met in [C] 10,000 BC, [D] I was your caveman, you was my cave lady.
[G] If we got hot, we'd start rubbing.
If we got hungry, we'd go [C] clubbing.
There's woolly mammoths, but I will [D] protect us.
You're making me devolve to a homo erectus, [C] motherfucker.
And if we met in 1780, [D] I was a white southern aristocratic plantation owner and you were my dark-skinned servant lady.
[Bb]
[G] Slave.
Whenever I could get away from the missus, I'd go to your shed and then I'd steal you [C] kisses.
But let's be serious, I'd still work [D] you full-time as a slave.
There's a difference between romantic language and a complete disregard for socioeconomic trends.
[C] And if we met in 1941, [D] I was a Nazi, you was a gypsy on the run.
Hmm, that's a [G] little redundant.
That probably wouldn't have worked out.
[C]
[G]
Because love [C] is your favorite food for every [D] breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
[G] And [C] love is the holocaust if you don't die quick [G] and you don't get thinner.
And love [C] is being the owner of the [D] company that makes [G] rape whistles.
And even though [C] you started the [Em] company with good intentions, [D] trying to reduce the [G] rate of rape,
now you don't [C] want to reduce it at all, because if the rate rate declines, you'll see an equal [G] decline in whistle sale.
[C] Without [G] rape fists, who's gonna buy your whistle?
[C] Yeah, [D]
love is all about
Whistle.
Thank you.
[A]
Key:
C
G
D
Em
E
C
G
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Um, so this next song is about love, appropriately.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
I love you like kings love queens, [C] like a gay _ [D] geneticist loves designer jeans.
[G]
I need you like New Orleans needs a [C] drought, like Hitler's [D] father needed to learn to [G] pull out.
And I want you, yeah, [C] like a lawyer slash [D] mathematician wants some [G] kind of proof.
And I want you, yeah, like [C] _ [D] JFK _ wanted a [G] car with a roof. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Because love [C] is taking that dive [Em] and getting really [D] comfortable and peeing in the [G] pool.
And love [C] is a real life porn, minus all [D] the stuff that makes porn [G] cool.
And love is [C] a homeless guy [Em] searching for treasure in [D] the middle of the [G] rain.
And finding [C] a bag of gold coins and [D] slowly finding out they're all filled with [G] chocolate.
And [C] even though he's [Em] heartbroken, he can't [E] complain, cause he was hungry in the [G] first place.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] Because I love you like Dora loves maps, like [C] the Pope's toilet [E] loves holy craps.
It's a little one. _ _ _
I need you like a voyeur needs a branch, [C] like boys tossing salad [D] needs a little bit of [G] Neverland Ranch. _ _
_ _ _ _ And I want you, yeah, like [C] all the gothic kids that [D] look exactly the same never [G] want to conform.
And I want you [C] like Anne Frank [D] _
wanted [E] nobody to read her fucking [G] diary. _
_ _ Cause a diary's a collection of secret things no one's supposed to read, that's the whole point of a diary.
Millions of people to breach this little girl's privacy after she was chased by Nazis.
Kick her while she's down.
_ _ [G] And if we met in [C] 10,000 BC, [D] I was your caveman, you was my cave lady.
_ _ _ [G] _ If we got hot, we'd start rubbing.
If we got hungry, we'd go [C] clubbing.
There's woolly mammoths, but I will [D] protect us.
You're making me devolve to a homo erectus, [C] motherfucker.
And if we met in 1780, [D] I was a white southern aristocratic plantation owner and you were my dark-skinned servant lady.
_ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [G] Slave.
_ Whenever I could get away from the missus, I'd go to your shed and then I'd steal you [C] kisses.
But let's be serious, I'd still work [D] you full-time as a slave.
There's a difference between romantic language and a complete disregard for _ socioeconomic trends.
_ _ [C] And if we met in 1941, [D] I was a Nazi, you was a gypsy on the run.
Hmm, that's a [G] little redundant.
_ _ That probably wouldn't have worked out.
_ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Because love [C] is your favorite food for every [D] breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
[G] And [C] love is the holocaust if you don't die quick [G] and you don't get thinner.
And love [C] is being the owner of the [D] company that makes [G] rape whistles.
And even though [C] you started the [Em] company with good intentions, [D] trying to reduce the [G] rate of rape,
now you don't [C] want to reduce it at all, because if the rate rate declines, you'll see an equal [G] decline in whistle sale. _
_ [C] _ Without [G] rape fists, who's gonna buy your whistle?
_ _ _ [C] _ Yeah, [D]
love is all _ _ about_ _ _
_ _ _ Whistle. _ _ _
_ Thank you.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Um, so this next song is about love, appropriately.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
I love you like kings love queens, [C] like a gay _ [D] geneticist loves designer jeans.
[G]
I need you like New Orleans needs a [C] drought, like Hitler's [D] father needed to learn to [G] pull out.
And I want you, yeah, [C] like a lawyer slash [D] mathematician wants some [G] kind of proof.
And I want you, yeah, like [C] _ [D] JFK _ wanted a [G] car with a roof. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Because love [C] is taking that dive [Em] and getting really [D] comfortable and peeing in the [G] pool.
And love [C] is a real life porn, minus all [D] the stuff that makes porn [G] cool.
And love is [C] a homeless guy [Em] searching for treasure in [D] the middle of the [G] rain.
And finding [C] a bag of gold coins and [D] slowly finding out they're all filled with [G] chocolate.
And [C] even though he's [Em] heartbroken, he can't [E] complain, cause he was hungry in the [G] first place.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] Because I love you like Dora loves maps, like [C] the Pope's toilet [E] loves holy craps.
It's a little one. _ _ _
I need you like a voyeur needs a branch, [C] like boys tossing salad [D] needs a little bit of [G] Neverland Ranch. _ _
_ _ _ _ And I want you, yeah, like [C] all the gothic kids that [D] look exactly the same never [G] want to conform.
And I want you [C] like Anne Frank [D] _
wanted [E] nobody to read her fucking [G] diary. _
_ _ Cause a diary's a collection of secret things no one's supposed to read, that's the whole point of a diary.
Millions of people to breach this little girl's privacy after she was chased by Nazis.
Kick her while she's down.
_ _ [G] And if we met in [C] 10,000 BC, [D] I was your caveman, you was my cave lady.
_ _ _ [G] _ If we got hot, we'd start rubbing.
If we got hungry, we'd go [C] clubbing.
There's woolly mammoths, but I will [D] protect us.
You're making me devolve to a homo erectus, [C] motherfucker.
And if we met in 1780, [D] I was a white southern aristocratic plantation owner and you were my dark-skinned servant lady.
_ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [G] Slave.
_ Whenever I could get away from the missus, I'd go to your shed and then I'd steal you [C] kisses.
But let's be serious, I'd still work [D] you full-time as a slave.
There's a difference between romantic language and a complete disregard for _ socioeconomic trends.
_ _ [C] And if we met in 1941, [D] I was a Nazi, you was a gypsy on the run.
Hmm, that's a [G] little redundant.
_ _ That probably wouldn't have worked out.
_ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Because love [C] is your favorite food for every [D] breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
[G] And [C] love is the holocaust if you don't die quick [G] and you don't get thinner.
And love [C] is being the owner of the [D] company that makes [G] rape whistles.
And even though [C] you started the [Em] company with good intentions, [D] trying to reduce the [G] rate of rape,
now you don't [C] want to reduce it at all, because if the rate rate declines, you'll see an equal [G] decline in whistle sale. _
_ [C] _ Without [G] rape fists, who's gonna buy your whistle?
_ _ _ [C] _ Yeah, [D]
love is all _ _ about_ _ _
_ _ _ Whistle. _ _ _
_ Thank you.
[A] _ _ _ _ _