Chords for The Lonely Island - Boombox Lyrics
Tempo:
137.3 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
F
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
[Bb] [Cm] [Eb]
[Fm] Imagine in your mind a [Ab] posh country club, [Bb] the stuffy old money [C] where the poor [Eb] get [F] snubbed.
The spread is bland, sauerkraut and boiled goose.
[Bb] There's no way these people [C] will ever [Eb] cut loose.
But [F] then I walk in the room, [Ab] hold my boombox high, [Bb] and what happened next, [C] blows [Eb] your [Fm] mind.
Everything got out of [Bb] control, [Eb] the music was going [Ab] [Gm] crazy.
[Fm] Everyone got out on [Bb] the floor, it [Eb] was a bunch of old white people [Ab] dancing.
[D]
Now I picture if you will a [Ab] bunch of business men, [Bb] stuffed in the boardroom [C] like pigs in [Eb] a pen.
[F] The ties around their necks are [Ab] like a hangman's noose.
[Bb] In the middle of the table [C] there's a boiled [Eb] goose.
[F] The old people smell makes you [Ab] want to puke in the sink.
[Bb] These dudes will never dance, [Cm] yeah that's what you think.
[F] I stride in the room [Ab] all young and hemp, hold [Bb] up my boombox and [C] say listen [Eb] to this.
[Fm] Well everyone's eyes [Bb] are blue, [Eb] people rejoice instead of [Ab] [Gm] financing.
[F] We can see the notions [Bb] were shattered [Eb] by this super old white [Ab] people dancing.
[Gm] The big apple, [Abm] where people never [Bb] dance.
Spirits go down [C] while profits [Eb] expand.
[F] The cops or the dealers, [Ab] who's got the juice?
[Bb] The street vendors [C] peddling their [Eb] boiled goose.
[Fm] So many types of people, [Ab] they'll never get along, [Bb] till I bust out my [C] boombox and play [Eb] this song.
[Fm] The music washed [Bb] away all the hate, and [Eb] society started [Ab] [Gm] advancing.
[F] Demographic was [Bbm] represented, it [Eb] was a rainbow coalition [Ab] of [G] dancing.
[Fm] [Bbm]
[Eb] Everyone was [Ab] wearing [Eb] fingerless [Fm] gloves.
I [Bbm]
saw Spanish [Eb] guy doing [Ab] the bar [Gm] dance.
[F] Transported out to an old folks home, with the [Bb] elderly exhausted [C] on their [Eb] brittle bones.
[F] The orderly's just peeling, [Ab] there's no excuse.
[Bb] Everyday for lunch [Cm] they eat boiled goose.
[D] So I grabbed my boombox and [Eb] hit the turbo bass.
[Bb] And what happened next [C] was a total disgrace.
[F] Everybody [Bbm] started to sing, [Eb] the music was way [Ab] too [Fm] powerful.
A bunch of old people fucking [Bb] and rambing, it was [Eb] disgusting to [Ab] say the least.
[F] Boombox can [Bb] change the world, but [Eb] you gotta know your limits [Ab] with a [Gm]
boombox.
[F] This was a [Bb] cautionary [Eb] tale, a boombox is [Ab] not a [G] joke.
[Fm] [Ab]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Eb] [E]
[Bb] [Cm] [Eb]
[Fm] Imagine in your mind a [Ab] posh country club, [Bb] the stuffy old money [C] where the poor [Eb] get [F] snubbed.
The spread is bland, sauerkraut and boiled goose.
[Bb] There's no way these people [C] will ever [Eb] cut loose.
But [F] then I walk in the room, [Ab] hold my boombox high, [Bb] and what happened next, [C] blows [Eb] your [Fm] mind.
Everything got out of [Bb] control, [Eb] the music was going [Ab] [Gm] crazy.
[Fm] Everyone got out on [Bb] the floor, it [Eb] was a bunch of old white people [Ab] dancing.
[D]
Now I picture if you will a [Ab] bunch of business men, [Bb] stuffed in the boardroom [C] like pigs in [Eb] a pen.
[F] The ties around their necks are [Ab] like a hangman's noose.
[Bb] In the middle of the table [C] there's a boiled [Eb] goose.
[F] The old people smell makes you [Ab] want to puke in the sink.
[Bb] These dudes will never dance, [Cm] yeah that's what you think.
[F] I stride in the room [Ab] all young and hemp, hold [Bb] up my boombox and [C] say listen [Eb] to this.
[Fm] Well everyone's eyes [Bb] are blue, [Eb] people rejoice instead of [Ab] [Gm] financing.
[F] We can see the notions [Bb] were shattered [Eb] by this super old white [Ab] people dancing.
[Gm] The big apple, [Abm] where people never [Bb] dance.
Spirits go down [C] while profits [Eb] expand.
[F] The cops or the dealers, [Ab] who's got the juice?
[Bb] The street vendors [C] peddling their [Eb] boiled goose.
[Fm] So many types of people, [Ab] they'll never get along, [Bb] till I bust out my [C] boombox and play [Eb] this song.
[Fm] The music washed [Bb] away all the hate, and [Eb] society started [Ab] [Gm] advancing.
[F] Demographic was [Bbm] represented, it [Eb] was a rainbow coalition [Ab] of [G] dancing.
[Fm] [Bbm]
[Eb] Everyone was [Ab] wearing [Eb] fingerless [Fm] gloves.
I [Bbm]
saw Spanish [Eb] guy doing [Ab] the bar [Gm] dance.
[F] Transported out to an old folks home, with the [Bb] elderly exhausted [C] on their [Eb] brittle bones.
[F] The orderly's just peeling, [Ab] there's no excuse.
[Bb] Everyday for lunch [Cm] they eat boiled goose.
[D] So I grabbed my boombox and [Eb] hit the turbo bass.
[Bb] And what happened next [C] was a total disgrace.
[F] Everybody [Bbm] started to sing, [Eb] the music was way [Ab] too [Fm] powerful.
A bunch of old people fucking [Bb] and rambing, it was [Eb] disgusting to [Ab] say the least.
[F] Boombox can [Bb] change the world, but [Eb] you gotta know your limits [Ab] with a [Gm]
boombox.
[F] This was a [Bb] cautionary [Eb] tale, a boombox is [Ab] not a [G] joke.
[Fm] [Ab]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Eb] [E]
Key:
Eb
Ab
Bb
F
C
Eb
Ab
Bb
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] Imagine in your mind a [Ab] posh country club, [Bb] the stuffy old money [C] where the poor [Eb] get [F] snubbed.
The spread is bland, sauerkraut and boiled goose.
[Bb] There's no way these people [C] will ever [Eb] cut loose.
But [F] then I walk in the room, [Ab] hold my boombox high, [Bb] and what happened next, [C] blows [Eb] your [Fm] mind.
Everything got out of [Bb] control, _ [Eb] the music was going [Ab] _ [Gm] crazy. _
[Fm] Everyone got out on [Bb] the floor, it [Eb] was a bunch of old white people [Ab] _ dancing.
[D]
Now I picture if you will a [Ab] bunch of business men, [Bb] stuffed in the boardroom [C] like pigs in [Eb] a pen.
[F] The ties around their necks are [Ab] like a hangman's noose.
[Bb] In the middle of the table [C] there's a boiled [Eb] goose.
[F] The old people smell makes you [Ab] want to puke in the sink.
[Bb] These dudes will never dance, [Cm] yeah that's what you think.
[F] I stride in the room [Ab] all young and hemp, hold [Bb] up my boombox and [C] say listen [Eb] to this.
[Fm] Well _ everyone's eyes [Bb] are blue, _ [Eb] people rejoice instead of [Ab] _ [Gm] financing. _
[F] We can see the notions [Bb] were shattered [Eb] by this super old white [Ab] people dancing.
[Gm] The big apple, [Abm] where people never [Bb] dance.
Spirits go down [C] while profits [Eb] expand.
[F] The cops or the dealers, [Ab] who's got the juice?
[Bb] The street vendors [C] peddling their [Eb] boiled goose.
[Fm] So many types of people, [Ab] they'll never get along, [Bb] till I bust out my [C] boombox and play [Eb] this song.
[Fm] The music washed [Bb] away all the hate, and [Eb] society started [Ab] _ [Gm] advancing. _
[F] _ Demographic was [Bbm] represented, it [Eb] was a rainbow coalition [Ab] of _ [G] dancing.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Everyone was [Ab] wearing [Eb] fingerless [Fm] gloves.
_ I [Bbm] _ _ _
saw Spanish [Eb] guy doing [Ab] the bar [Gm] dance.
_ _ [F] Transported out to an old folks home, with the [Bb] elderly exhausted [C] on their [Eb] brittle bones.
[F] The orderly's just peeling, [Ab] there's no excuse.
[Bb] _ Everyday for lunch [Cm] they eat boiled goose.
[D] So I grabbed my boombox and [Eb] hit the turbo bass.
[Bb] And what happened next [C] was a total disgrace.
[F] _ Everybody [Bbm] started to sing, [Eb] the music was way [Ab] too [Fm] powerful.
A bunch of old people fucking [Bb] and rambing, it was [Eb] disgusting to [Ab] say the least. _
[F] _ Boombox can [Bb] change the world, but [Eb] you gotta know your limits [Ab] with a _ [Gm] _
boombox.
[F] This was a [Bb] cautionary _ [Eb] tale, a boombox is [Ab] not a [G] joke. _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] Imagine in your mind a [Ab] posh country club, [Bb] the stuffy old money [C] where the poor [Eb] get [F] snubbed.
The spread is bland, sauerkraut and boiled goose.
[Bb] There's no way these people [C] will ever [Eb] cut loose.
But [F] then I walk in the room, [Ab] hold my boombox high, [Bb] and what happened next, [C] blows [Eb] your [Fm] mind.
Everything got out of [Bb] control, _ [Eb] the music was going [Ab] _ [Gm] crazy. _
[Fm] Everyone got out on [Bb] the floor, it [Eb] was a bunch of old white people [Ab] _ dancing.
[D]
Now I picture if you will a [Ab] bunch of business men, [Bb] stuffed in the boardroom [C] like pigs in [Eb] a pen.
[F] The ties around their necks are [Ab] like a hangman's noose.
[Bb] In the middle of the table [C] there's a boiled [Eb] goose.
[F] The old people smell makes you [Ab] want to puke in the sink.
[Bb] These dudes will never dance, [Cm] yeah that's what you think.
[F] I stride in the room [Ab] all young and hemp, hold [Bb] up my boombox and [C] say listen [Eb] to this.
[Fm] Well _ everyone's eyes [Bb] are blue, _ [Eb] people rejoice instead of [Ab] _ [Gm] financing. _
[F] We can see the notions [Bb] were shattered [Eb] by this super old white [Ab] people dancing.
[Gm] The big apple, [Abm] where people never [Bb] dance.
Spirits go down [C] while profits [Eb] expand.
[F] The cops or the dealers, [Ab] who's got the juice?
[Bb] The street vendors [C] peddling their [Eb] boiled goose.
[Fm] So many types of people, [Ab] they'll never get along, [Bb] till I bust out my [C] boombox and play [Eb] this song.
[Fm] The music washed [Bb] away all the hate, and [Eb] society started [Ab] _ [Gm] advancing. _
[F] _ Demographic was [Bbm] represented, it [Eb] was a rainbow coalition [Ab] of _ [G] dancing.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Everyone was [Ab] wearing [Eb] fingerless [Fm] gloves.
_ I [Bbm] _ _ _
saw Spanish [Eb] guy doing [Ab] the bar [Gm] dance.
_ _ [F] Transported out to an old folks home, with the [Bb] elderly exhausted [C] on their [Eb] brittle bones.
[F] The orderly's just peeling, [Ab] there's no excuse.
[Bb] _ Everyday for lunch [Cm] they eat boiled goose.
[D] So I grabbed my boombox and [Eb] hit the turbo bass.
[Bb] And what happened next [C] was a total disgrace.
[F] _ Everybody [Bbm] started to sing, [Eb] the music was way [Ab] too [Fm] powerful.
A bunch of old people fucking [Bb] and rambing, it was [Eb] disgusting to [Ab] say the least. _
[F] _ Boombox can [Bb] change the world, but [Eb] you gotta know your limits [Ab] with a _ [Gm] _
boombox.
[F] This was a [Bb] cautionary _ [Eb] tale, a boombox is [Ab] not a [G] joke. _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _