They Might Be Giants

Circular Karate Chop

They Might Be Giants


Tom: Dm

      F      Gm          Bb
Never took a class before in
       F
Self defense
F               Gm              Bb
Never looked at you before with
       F
Common sense

[Pre-Chorus]
Gm                Dm
Gird myself for a short sharp shot
Gm              Dm
Trace myself in sidewalk chalk
     Am                 Bb
I'll shut my mouth, you do the talking

[Chorus]
          F             Dm         F         Dm
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
     F            Dm           F            Dm
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
         Gm               Bb                C
From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top

[Break]
C C C C

[Verse]
F               Gm                   Bb
Detention hall, name on the wall and
       F
Locker dent
F              Gm                Bb
Never mind the withered words of
         F
Encouragement

[Pre-Chorus]
Gm             Dm
Pulling off my anorak
Gm             Dm
Dumping out my black backpack
     A
Take what you'd like
     Bb            C
I'll keep on walking

[Chorus]
          F             Dm         F         Dm
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
     F            Dm           F            Dm
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
         Gm               Bb                C
From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top

             F                   Dm          F               Dm
You're still bragging about your telescoping roundhouse kick
             F                Dm              F             Dm
You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick
     Gm            Bb
So myopic, stay on topic
          C
Man, this world is sick

[Bridge]
N.C.
Three rules from your sensei
N.C.
One: Outsource your feelings
N.C.
Two: Limit your training to be task specific
N.C.
Three: Assign regret to those accountable

[Verse]
F               Gm                   Bb
Detention hall, name on the wall and
       F
Locker dent
F              Gm                Bb
Never mind the withered words of
         F
Encouragement

[Pre-Chorus]
Gm             Dm
Pulling off my anorak
Gm             Dm
Dumping out my black backpack
     A
Take what you'd like
     Bb            C
I'll keep on walking

[Chrorus]
          F             Dm         F         Dm
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
     F            Dm           F            Dm
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
         Gm               Bb                C
From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top

             F                   Dm          F               Dm
You're still bragging about your telescoping roundhouse kick
             F                Dm              F             Dm
You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick
     Gm            Bb
So myopic, stay on topic
          C
Man, this world is sick