Chords for Your Mother is a Basketball (ft. Michael Gregory, Stephanie Koenig, & Allegra Rosenberg)

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110.25 bpm
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Bb

G

Dm

D

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Your Mother is a Basketball (ft. Michael Gregory, Stephanie Koenig, & Allegra Rosenberg) chords
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Yo, I've been thinking about it.
Let's listen to some boring old music.
In your opinion, what's old music?
Run DMZ?
Try again.
The Beatles?
How about a little guy by the name of Sergei Rachmaninoff?
Rachmaninoff was 6'6", son.
Why are you calling me son?
[Dm] Cuz I'm schoolin' you bi-
We are adults!
Marge is so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters.
Stay puffed now, Lizal.
I don't trust her.
I know they're worshiping him, but stay puffed, man.
Big, so that's how we end it. She's fat.
Just agree.
[E] A basketball!
A basketball!
You ever heard of your mother?
[Dm] It's a basketball!
I've heard of your mother.
It's a [Gm] basketball!
A basketball!
She's a basketball!
Stop!
[Eb] Everybody pick five.
It's show, guys, but I don't feel alive.
Let it [Bb] all out, don't hold back.
Incrimination on the score.
Who's gonna push it to [G] the limit, mate?
Reach deep inside, throw [Ab] the shots, come [Bb] alive.
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live, so [E] guys, be gracious.
Show off your [Eb] balls.
Play your poker once again.
[Gm] A basketball!
A basketball!
She's best for life, she's got the mind of a battle dog.
She's [E] also fat.
Not sure if I'm missing that.
So hang out [D] with your dad, he'll know five to play.
Yes, [Gm] rock!
I don't get what to change his [G] subject.
I don't know if you [Gm] like her.
I don't plan on either having or not.
But when you're at your end, please don't [Dm] pick up on kids like her.
I don't need a good reason like this apple [C] empire.
Burn her dimple around her eyes, [Dm] swipe her right cuz I like her.
She's spirical, meaningful, very clerical.
[G] And I'm gonna put the property of [Gm] executable.
Feeling it now, move smooth, so [Bb] would George.
The world's hearing it now, down on the deep dish.
[G] Maybe the pal who fails to score [Bb] fish never gonna hit the bucket.
She [G] just won't say.
Not that close.
He's all the more defective.
[Bb] But the woman that he [D] used to call round and round,
[Gm] I don't know if I'll ever see her again.
[Ab] [Bb] You can't keep us involved in [D] this, you pig.
Rex Electra Complex.
[A] Pegasus [C] rings on these little springs, but I [Dm] digress.
Sup, sup?
I'm going to tie the wave of junk to [A] a box.
I'm just gonna [C] leave a bunch of them.
I [D] got four more boxes.
I'm gonna burn my head.
[A] Shoot infinity [C] points for a number of causes later.
You [D] can't test a man if you know what's best for him.
But if you want to [C] be good, you can get the good.
Sir.
[Dbm] [Ab] Oh, gee.
Oh, gosh.
This is all too much.
I think [Dm] I got to confide in this actress, y'all.
At last, at the dang blasted casting call.
She's on her limits.
I'm cooking, throwing it at my plate for dinner.
She contains the innards.
Moving on, the song belongs.
Rising, always falling.
Making money when I was eating a fatty ball.
Spazz a ball, spazz a ball.
[G] Spazz a ball.
Spazz a ball.
Spazz a ball.
Spazz a ball.
[Gm]
Hey, they're happening.
[G]
Surprised [Bb] we're out of time.
[Gm] Rinsing with new bass.
[Bb] [Db] [Bm]
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D
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Gm
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Yo, I've been thinking about it.
Let's listen to some boring old music.
In your opinion, what's old music?
Run DMZ?
Try again.
The Beatles?
How about a little guy by the name of Sergei Rachmaninoff?
Rachmaninoff was 6'6", son.
Why are you calling me son?
[Dm] Cuz I'm schoolin' you bi-
We are adults! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Marge is so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters.
Stay puffed now, Lizal.
I don't trust her.
I know they're worshiping him, but stay puffed, man.
Big, so that's how we end it. She's fat.
Just agree.
[E] A basketball!
A basketball!
You ever heard of your mother?
[Dm] It's a basketball!
I've heard of your mother.
It's a [Gm] basketball!
A basketball!
She's a basketball!
Stop!
[Eb] Everybody pick five.
It's show, guys, but I don't feel alive.
Let it [Bb] all out, don't hold back.
Incrimination on the score.
Who's gonna push it to [G] the limit, mate?
Reach deep inside, throw [Ab] the shots, come [Bb] alive.
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live, so [E] guys, be gracious.
Show off your [Eb] balls.
Play your poker once again.
[Gm] A basketball!
A basketball!
She's best for life, she's got the mind of a battle dog.
She's [E] also fat.
Not sure if I'm missing that.
So hang out [D] with your dad, he'll know five to play.
Yes, [Gm] rock!
I don't get what to change his [G] subject.
I don't know if you [Gm] like her.
I don't plan on either having or not.
But when you're at your end, please don't [Dm] pick up on kids like her.
I don't need a good reason like this apple [C] empire.
Burn her dimple around her eyes, [Dm] swipe her right cuz I like her.
She's spirical, meaningful, very clerical.
[G] And I'm gonna put the property of [Gm] executable.
Feeling it now, move smooth, so [Bb] would George.
The world's hearing it now, down on the deep dish.
[G] Maybe the pal who fails to score [Bb] fish never gonna hit the bucket.
She [G] just won't say.
Not that close.
He's all the more defective.
[Bb] But the woman that he [D] used to call round and round,
[Gm] I don't know if I'll ever see her again.
[Ab] [Bb] You can't keep us involved in [D] this, you pig.
Rex Electra Complex.
[A] Pegasus [C] rings on these little springs, but I [Dm] digress.
Sup, sup?
I'm going to tie the wave of junk to [A] a box.
I'm just gonna [C] leave a bunch of them.
I [D] got four more boxes.
I'm gonna burn my head.
[A] Shoot infinity [C] points for a number of causes later.
You [D] can't test a man if you know what's best for him.
But if you want to [C] be good, you can get the good.
Sir.
[Dbm] _ [Ab] _ Oh, gee.
Oh, gosh.
This is all too much.
I think [Dm] I got to confide in this actress, y'all.
At last, at the dang blasted casting call.
She's on her limits.
I'm cooking, throwing it at my plate for dinner.
She contains the innards.
Moving on, the song belongs.
Rising, always falling.
Making money when I was eating a fatty ball.
Spazz a ball, spazz a ball.
_ [G] _ Spazz a ball.
Spazz a ball.
Spazz a ball.
Spazz a ball.
[Gm] _ _
Hey, they're happening. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Surprised [Bb] we're out of time.
[Gm] Rinsing with new bass.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _