Straight White Male taby ukulele według Bo Burnham

[Verse 1]

D        Bm              A         G

Walking around, I've got no one to talk to

D           Bm           A          G

There's everyone, and then there's just me

D          Bm                A              G

If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it

D        Bm            A          G

God only knows why he cursed me to be

  Gm

a straight white male

[Bridge]

Bm

I state my problems

      F#               G

other people roll their eyes

Bm

Three trips to the mall

         F#         G

and zero khakis in my size

Bm

I've never been the victim

      F#               G

of a random search for drugs

    D                 Bm

But you can't say my life is easy

 G                    A          D

until you've walked a mile in my UGGs



[Chorus]

G        A     D                G          A       D

Straight white male, I know the road looks tough ahead

F#

The women want rights

    Bm         G

The gays want kids

Gm

Can't you just leave us alone?

And also, no, to the things you asked for



D  Bm  A  G

D  Bm  A  G  Gm



[Verse 2]

D          Bm             A       G

Everyone thinks that I've got it easy

D                Bm            A              G

Just 'cause it's true, doesn't mean that it's right

D             Bm        A              G

So pull up a chair, and put down your pitchfork

D          Bm                A          G
Give me a chance to show you what it's like

        Gm

to be a straight white male


[Bridge 2]
Bm 

The churches never made me
     F#            G

Feel ashamed of who I am
Bm

But I get e-mails from Netflix
            F#              G

that g-mail doesn't mark as spam
Bm

My country's Constitution was
     F#            G

hand-written by my race
        D                 Bm

But my wife bought me the brand new iPhone
G       A            D

with an iPod Touch's case (it doesn't fit that phone)


[Chorus]
G        A     D                G          A       D

Straight white male, I know the road looks tough ahead
F#

The women want rights
    Bm          G

The blacks want not to be called the blacks

Gm

Can't you just leave us alone?

     F#

And also, no, to the things you asked for

Nooooooo


G  F#  Bm (x6)



[Chorus]


G         A    D                 G          A     D

Straight white male, I know the road looks tough ahead

    F#

The women want rights

     Bm           G

The African-Ameri-it doesn't work for the rhythm of this song

   Gm

We used to have all the money and land

We still do but it's not as fun now