My Hair Goes

Tom: C

             C                  Em
My hair goes up.  My hair goes down
             Am                F
My hair goes up. My hair goes down
             C                 Em
My hair goes up. My hair goes down
          Am
Down(up) Down(up) Down(up) Down(up)

[Verse 1]
C               Em                Am                       F
My hair flows. Like a waterfall over a cliff that is my face.
C             Em           Am
My hair goes, heaven bound dirty blonde rockets into space.

C                   Em
My hair conceals my elf ears
Am                     F
They are a little bit embarrassing

C                          Em                          Am                  F
Well, with hair this high, I'm 6 foot nine making me a giant, technically speaking.
             C                 Em                        Am
Well, I can shake my hair and generate enough breeze to locomote a toy sail 
F
boat.

C                         Em
I would need no broom to sweep this room
            Am                       F
If someone spilled honey bunches of oats.

[Chorus]
             C                  Em
My hair goes up.  My hair goes down
             Am                F
My hair goes up. My hair goes down
              C               Em
My hair goes up. My hair goes down
          Am
Down(up) Down(up) Down(up) Down(up)

[Verse 2]
C             Em
My hair pwns gravity
Am                         F
It makes Sir Isaac Newton question himself.
C              Em               Am
My hair looks rustic like I've draped my head with a beaver pelt

C                      Em               Am               F
A momma bird lay some eggs up there; I didn't mind that much.
C                                      Em                   Am
She raised them in my quiff 'til them birdies flew off, and we still keep in 
F
touch.

C                        Em                 Am          F
I bet you didn't see my switchblade, or my iPad, or my chia tea
C                              Em
And with a little more growth, you won't even know
Am                       F
I got a full size baby. A full size baby?
G                        C
Yah! I'm gonna name him Ricky.
           Em                 Am               F
After your dad. Nope! I just always wanted to name a kid Ricky.
C                         Em
I would call him Richard, but I'm probably being picky
    Am           F           C
And why are you hiding a kid anyway?!
Em                          Am            F
Well, it's actually just a robotic baby

What were we talking about?

[Chorus]
               C                  Em
Your hair goes up. Your hair goes down
               Am
Your hair goes up. Your hair goes

[Bridge]
C                               Em                              Am
We interrupt the chorus of this song to bring you an important message:
                        F
There are many weighty decisions you must make in a life
      C                                Em
Like: who you're gonna marry. What you gonna do for a living
Am                 F
Boxers or briefs. Or commando

                     C
And, listen, you're gonna make mistakes
           Em                          Am
You might invest your life savings in dehydrated water,
    F                                C
You might forget whether prohibited means you can do it or you can't do it
                 Am                          F
You might ask a non-pregnant woman if she's pregnant.
            C
That's ok, you'll recover

               Em                Am        F
But just make sure you get this one, most important, course-of-your-
C             Em           Am    F
life-altering choice, right.

[Chorus]
                  C
Does your hair go up?
               Em                Am              C
Or does it go down(up) down(up) down(up) down