Theo Katzman

You Could Be President

Theo Katzman


Tom: Bm

D G/D D G/D D

[Verse 1]
D                    G          D
Momma, Momma, it's a mad, mad world
G                      A         D
I feel bad for all the boys and girls
Bm                     G     D
Fallin' in from the astral plane
            G                      A       D
Out of the great unknown into the grand insane

D                            G      D
But listen, children, I've got good news
G                       A      D
You don't have to play by the rules
     Bm                      G          D
So step right up and just stake your claim
     G                         A         D
And I'm gon' teach you how to play the game

[Chorus]
       G                      D
Just throw your punches and have no hesitance
  A                 D
Follow hunches in spite of evidence
G                            D
This whole Earth is just a private residence, and
A                         D
You could be President

[Interlude]
D  G/D  D  x2

[Verse 2]
D                 G      D
Momma, Momma, I hate to say
G                           A    D
Dog eat dog seems like the only way
   Bm                      G          D
To take your seat in the captain's chair
                  G                      A       D
Lord knows, the golden rule ain't gonna get you there

     D                  G        D
So don't be humble and don't be kind, no, no
G                         A        D
All that noise is just a waste of time (It's a waste of your time)
    Bm                        G      D
And pay no mind to what the people say
    G                  A         D
So long as the people say your name (Keep 'em sayin' your name)

[Chorus]
       G                      D
Just throw your punches and have no hesitance
  A                 D
Follow hunches in spite of evidence
G                            D
This whole Earth is just a private residence, and
A                         D
You could be President

[Piano Solo]
G  D  A  D  G  D  A  D   x2

[Verse 3]
D                   G       D
Momma, Momma, it's hard to see
G                    A     D
That old Lady called Liberty
Bm                G         D
Weeping into that New York bay, no, no
                   G               A             D
Well if I could console her, this is what I'd say...

[Chorus]
       G                      D
Just throw your punches and have no hesitance
  A                 D
Follow hunches in spite of evidence
G                            D
This whole Earth is just a private residence, and
A                           Bm       F#
It's all yours, so you can make your mess of it
G                  D
Run your mouth and mix all your messages
A                            D
Twist the truth until you can't make sense of it
G                         D
You can't lose if you can keep on bendin' it
A                      Bm  F#
You could be President
G                A     Bm  F#
You could be President
G                A     Bm  F#
You could be President
G           A           D
You could be        President