Chords for The Simpsons - 'Everybody Hates Ned Flanders' Medley
Tempo:
122.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Christmas in December?
[A] Wow wow wow!
[E] Give me tons of presents!
[A] Now [E] now now!
[A] Hey Homer, writing a new Christmas carol?
Maybe.
Well the Bible says it's fun to do stuff together.
There's a stranger in the [E] manger and his name is Love.
Take it Homer.
Oh I got it.
You want me to stay out here and work on the chorus.
Landers, I am a patient, reasonable, handsome man.
But even I have my limits.
[N] Now beat it!
Why thank you Homer.
It's a popsicle in my favorite flavor.
Lame!
[D] How am I supposed to write a song with that stupid jerk bothering me all the time?
Wait a minute.
[G] Everybody [B] in the USA [C] [Em] hates their stupid neighbor.
He's [G] Flanders and he's really really [A] lame.
[D]
[G] Flanders [B] tried to wreck my [C] song.
His views on birth [A] control are wrong.
[G] I [Em] hate his [A] guts and [D] Flanders [G] is his [C] [G]
[F] [B] name.
[C] F-L [G]-A-N-R-D [D]-S.
He's the [G] man that I [C] hate best.
[Db] I'd like to see [G] his [G] house go up in [C] [G] flame.
[F] [D] Excuse me.
I've been researching indigenous folk music of Springfield.
And I couldn't help overhearing your delightfully cruel hate song.
David Byrne?
Singer, artist, composer, director, talking head.
And I used to wrestle under the name El Diablo.
I thought that was Philip Glass.
Yeah, he wishes.
Hey mister, if you like my song so much, would you like to buy a tape?
It's already rewound.
No thanks, but I would like to sing it with you and produce it.
Fine.
[G] [Em] [D]
[G] F-L-A-N-R-D-S.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R [G]-S.
That's a stupid [C] name.
He's worse [Db] than [G] Frankenstein or Dr.
[C] No.
[G] [D] You can't upset him [C] even slightly.
He just smiles and [D] nods politely.
[F] Then goes home and [G] worships nightly.
His left thorium [Am] is an emporium [Dm] of [C] [D] woe.
[G] F-L-A.
Don't yell at [C] Ned.
D-E [G]-R.
His wife is [C] dead.
[G] Everybody hates that stupid jerk.
[G] [D] Springfield [C] rocks with Homer's [D] joyous loathing.
[C]
[Gm] Filling pubs with angry bandinos.
You don't [C] have to move your feet.
[Bb] Just take Flanders to the disco [A] beat.
He's your [Bb] perky, peppy [C] nightmare [D] neighborino.
[G] If you despise polite left-handers, [C] then I doubt you'll [D] like Ned Flanders or [G] his creepy [B] little [Em] offspring, [A] Rod and Todd.
[D] [G] F-L-A.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R-S.
He [G] has slow white bread.
[C] The [A] sliding [G] mustache geek who [G] walks [Am] with [G] God.
Mass dismissed.
We're halfway through our same song six-pack.
Now let's hear William Shatner's version of Everybody Hates Ned Flanders.
Another cover?
My God, let it die.
[Dm]
[G] Everybody [Dm] in the [Em] [D] USA [C] hates their [Am] stupid neighbor.
[G]
He's the [Am] Flanders [G] [Am] man.
[Em] The Flanders [D] man.
[C] Flanders.
I am so sick of that song.
Me too.
I've come to hate my own creation.
Now I know how God feels.
[D]
This dude ranch is gonna be great.
A whole week without hearing that stupid song.
You won't think it's stupid when you hear the extended salsa mix.
[Am] [Dm] [E] No [G] nos gusta [D] Flanders.
De tu [Ab] nombre [Am] es estupido.
[B] [E] No nos [Em] gusta [D] Flanders.
Watch it, Mr.
[A] Burns.
[Am] You'll slip on the Simon eyes.
[Bm] Simon [E] eyes?
[Am] [D] [Am]
Whoa.
Whoa.
Can you
[A] Wow wow wow!
[E] Give me tons of presents!
[A] Now [E] now now!
[A] Hey Homer, writing a new Christmas carol?
Maybe.
Well the Bible says it's fun to do stuff together.
There's a stranger in the [E] manger and his name is Love.
Take it Homer.
Oh I got it.
You want me to stay out here and work on the chorus.
Landers, I am a patient, reasonable, handsome man.
But even I have my limits.
[N] Now beat it!
Why thank you Homer.
It's a popsicle in my favorite flavor.
Lame!
[D] How am I supposed to write a song with that stupid jerk bothering me all the time?
Wait a minute.
[G] Everybody [B] in the USA [C] [Em] hates their stupid neighbor.
He's [G] Flanders and he's really really [A] lame.
[D]
[G] Flanders [B] tried to wreck my [C] song.
His views on birth [A] control are wrong.
[G] I [Em] hate his [A] guts and [D] Flanders [G] is his [C] [G]
[F] [B] name.
[C] F-L [G]-A-N-R-D [D]-S.
He's the [G] man that I [C] hate best.
[Db] I'd like to see [G] his [G] house go up in [C] [G] flame.
[F] [D] Excuse me.
I've been researching indigenous folk music of Springfield.
And I couldn't help overhearing your delightfully cruel hate song.
David Byrne?
Singer, artist, composer, director, talking head.
And I used to wrestle under the name El Diablo.
I thought that was Philip Glass.
Yeah, he wishes.
Hey mister, if you like my song so much, would you like to buy a tape?
It's already rewound.
No thanks, but I would like to sing it with you and produce it.
Fine.
[G] [Em] [D]
[G] F-L-A-N-R-D-S.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R [G]-S.
That's a stupid [C] name.
He's worse [Db] than [G] Frankenstein or Dr.
[C] No.
[G] [D] You can't upset him [C] even slightly.
He just smiles and [D] nods politely.
[F] Then goes home and [G] worships nightly.
His left thorium [Am] is an emporium [Dm] of [C] [D] woe.
[G] F-L-A.
Don't yell at [C] Ned.
D-E [G]-R.
His wife is [C] dead.
[G] Everybody hates that stupid jerk.
[G] [D] Springfield [C] rocks with Homer's [D] joyous loathing.
[C]
[Gm] Filling pubs with angry bandinos.
You don't [C] have to move your feet.
[Bb] Just take Flanders to the disco [A] beat.
He's your [Bb] perky, peppy [C] nightmare [D] neighborino.
[G] If you despise polite left-handers, [C] then I doubt you'll [D] like Ned Flanders or [G] his creepy [B] little [Em] offspring, [A] Rod and Todd.
[D] [G] F-L-A.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R-S.
He [G] has slow white bread.
[C] The [A] sliding [G] mustache geek who [G] walks [Am] with [G] God.
Mass dismissed.
We're halfway through our same song six-pack.
Now let's hear William Shatner's version of Everybody Hates Ned Flanders.
Another cover?
My God, let it die.
[Dm]
[G] Everybody [Dm] in the [Em] [D] USA [C] hates their [Am] stupid neighbor.
[G]
He's the [Am] Flanders [G] [Am] man.
[Em] The Flanders [D] man.
[C] Flanders.
I am so sick of that song.
Me too.
I've come to hate my own creation.
Now I know how God feels.
[D]
This dude ranch is gonna be great.
A whole week without hearing that stupid song.
You won't think it's stupid when you hear the extended salsa mix.
[Am] [Dm] [E] No [G] nos gusta [D] Flanders.
De tu [Ab] nombre [Am] es estupido.
[B] [E] No nos [Em] gusta [D] Flanders.
Watch it, Mr.
[A] Burns.
[Am] You'll slip on the Simon eyes.
[Bm] Simon [E] eyes?
[Am] [D] [Am]
Whoa.
Whoa.
Can you
Key:
G
C
D
A
Am
G
C
D
[E] _ Christmas in December?
[A] Wow wow wow!
[E] Give me tons of presents!
[A] Now [E] now now!
[A] Hey Homer, writing a new Christmas carol?
Maybe.
Well the Bible says it's fun to do stuff together.
There's a stranger in the [E] manger and his name is Love.
Take it Homer. _ _
Oh I got it.
You want me to stay out here and work on the chorus.
Landers, I am a patient, reasonable, handsome man.
But even I have my limits.
[N] Now beat it!
_ _ Why thank you Homer.
It's a popsicle in my favorite flavor.
Lame!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] How _ am I supposed to write a song with that stupid jerk bothering me all the time?
_ _ Wait a minute. _
_ _ _ [G] _ Everybody [B] in the USA [C] [Em] hates their stupid neighbor.
He's [G] Flanders and he's really really [A] lame.
[D] _ _
[G] Flanders [B] tried to wreck my [C] song.
His views on birth [A] control are wrong.
[G] I [Em] hate his [A] guts and [D] Flanders [G] is his [C] _ [G] _
[F] [B] name.
[C] F-L [G]-A-N-R-D [D]-S.
He's the [G] man that I [C] hate best.
[Db] I'd like to see [G] his [G] house go up in [C] _ [G] flame.
_ _ [F] _ [D] Excuse me.
I've been researching indigenous folk music of Springfield.
And I couldn't help overhearing your delightfully cruel hate song.
David Byrne?
Singer, artist, composer, director, talking head.
And I used to wrestle under the name El Diablo.
I thought that was Philip Glass.
Yeah, he wishes.
Hey mister, if you like my song so much, would you like to buy a tape?
It's already rewound.
No thanks, but I would like to sing it with you and produce it.
Fine.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] F-L-A-N-R-D-S.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R [G]-S.
That's a stupid [C] name.
He's worse [Db] than [G] Frankenstein or Dr.
[C] No.
[G] _ _ _ [D] You can't upset him [C] even slightly.
He just smiles and [D] nods politely.
[F] Then goes home and [G] worships nightly.
His left thorium [Am] is an emporium [Dm] of [C] [D] woe.
[G] F-L-A.
Don't yell at [C] Ned.
D-E [G]-R.
His wife is [C] dead.
[G] Everybody hates that stupid jerk.
[G] _ _ _ [D] Springfield [C] rocks with Homer's [D] joyous _ loathing.
[C] _ _
[Gm] Filling pubs with angry bandinos.
You don't [C] have to move your feet.
[Bb] Just take Flanders to the disco [A] beat.
He's your [Bb] perky, peppy [C] nightmare [D] neighborino. _
[G] If you despise polite left-handers, [C] then I doubt you'll [D] like Ned Flanders or [G] his creepy [B] little [Em] offspring, [A] Rod and Todd.
[D] _ _ _ [G] F-L-A.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R-S.
He [G] has slow white bread.
[C] The [A] sliding [G] mustache geek who [G] walks [Am] with _ [G] God.
_ Mass dismissed.
_ _ We're halfway through our same song six-pack.
Now let's hear William Shatner's version of Everybody Hates Ned Flanders.
Another cover?
My God, let it die.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[G] Everybody [Dm] in the _ [Em] [D] USA [C] hates their [Am] stupid neighbor.
[G] _
He's the [Am] Flanders [G] [Am] man.
[Em] The Flanders [D] man.
[C] _ Flanders.
I am so sick of that song.
Me too.
I've come to hate my own creation.
Now I know how God feels.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ This dude ranch is gonna be great.
A whole week without hearing that stupid song.
You won't think it's stupid when you hear the extended salsa mix.
[Am] _ _ [Dm] [E] No [G] nos gusta [D] Flanders.
De tu [Ab] nombre [Am] es estupido. _
[B] [E] No nos [Em] gusta [D] Flanders.
Watch it, Mr.
[A] Burns.
[Am] You'll slip on the Simon eyes.
[Bm] Simon [E] eyes?
[Am] _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ Whoa.
Whoa.
Can you
[A] Wow wow wow!
[E] Give me tons of presents!
[A] Now [E] now now!
[A] Hey Homer, writing a new Christmas carol?
Maybe.
Well the Bible says it's fun to do stuff together.
There's a stranger in the [E] manger and his name is Love.
Take it Homer. _ _
Oh I got it.
You want me to stay out here and work on the chorus.
Landers, I am a patient, reasonable, handsome man.
But even I have my limits.
[N] Now beat it!
_ _ Why thank you Homer.
It's a popsicle in my favorite flavor.
Lame!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] How _ am I supposed to write a song with that stupid jerk bothering me all the time?
_ _ Wait a minute. _
_ _ _ [G] _ Everybody [B] in the USA [C] [Em] hates their stupid neighbor.
He's [G] Flanders and he's really really [A] lame.
[D] _ _
[G] Flanders [B] tried to wreck my [C] song.
His views on birth [A] control are wrong.
[G] I [Em] hate his [A] guts and [D] Flanders [G] is his [C] _ [G] _
[F] [B] name.
[C] F-L [G]-A-N-R-D [D]-S.
He's the [G] man that I [C] hate best.
[Db] I'd like to see [G] his [G] house go up in [C] _ [G] flame.
_ _ [F] _ [D] Excuse me.
I've been researching indigenous folk music of Springfield.
And I couldn't help overhearing your delightfully cruel hate song.
David Byrne?
Singer, artist, composer, director, talking head.
And I used to wrestle under the name El Diablo.
I thought that was Philip Glass.
Yeah, he wishes.
Hey mister, if you like my song so much, would you like to buy a tape?
It's already rewound.
No thanks, but I would like to sing it with you and produce it.
Fine.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] F-L-A-N-R-D-S.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R [G]-S.
That's a stupid [C] name.
He's worse [Db] than [G] Frankenstein or Dr.
[C] No.
[G] _ _ _ [D] You can't upset him [C] even slightly.
He just smiles and [D] nods politely.
[F] Then goes home and [G] worships nightly.
His left thorium [Am] is an emporium [Dm] of [C] [D] woe.
[G] F-L-A.
Don't yell at [C] Ned.
D-E [G]-R.
His wife is [C] dead.
[G] Everybody hates that stupid jerk.
[G] _ _ _ [D] Springfield [C] rocks with Homer's [D] joyous _ loathing.
[C] _ _
[Gm] Filling pubs with angry bandinos.
You don't [C] have to move your feet.
[Bb] Just take Flanders to the disco [A] beat.
He's your [Bb] perky, peppy [C] nightmare [D] neighborino. _
[G] If you despise polite left-handers, [C] then I doubt you'll [D] like Ned Flanders or [G] his creepy [B] little [Em] offspring, [A] Rod and Todd.
[D] _ _ _ [G] F-L-A.
His name is Ned.
[C] E-R-S.
He [G] has slow white bread.
[C] The [A] sliding [G] mustache geek who [G] walks [Am] with _ [G] God.
_ Mass dismissed.
_ _ We're halfway through our same song six-pack.
Now let's hear William Shatner's version of Everybody Hates Ned Flanders.
Another cover?
My God, let it die.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[G] Everybody [Dm] in the _ [Em] [D] USA [C] hates their [Am] stupid neighbor.
[G] _
He's the [Am] Flanders [G] [Am] man.
[Em] The Flanders [D] man.
[C] _ Flanders.
I am so sick of that song.
Me too.
I've come to hate my own creation.
Now I know how God feels.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ This dude ranch is gonna be great.
A whole week without hearing that stupid song.
You won't think it's stupid when you hear the extended salsa mix.
[Am] _ _ [Dm] [E] No [G] nos gusta [D] Flanders.
De tu [Ab] nombre [Am] es estupido. _
[B] [E] No nos [Em] gusta [D] Flanders.
Watch it, Mr.
[A] Burns.
[Am] You'll slip on the Simon eyes.
[Bm] Simon [E] eyes?
[Am] _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ Whoa.
Whoa.
Can you