What'll It Be taby ukulele według Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Cast

Dm7    G7

.    C             Em7   
It's 5:53 on Thanksgiving
.       Gm7                             C       
Not one customer's walked through the door
.             F                          C   
But I'm still here slinging drinks for a living
.    E7                   Am7
I've never played piano before
N.C.
"Not bad."

Dm7                       Em7        Am7          
I know this town like the back of my hand
.       Dm7                    Em7       Am7                  
But I'm not such a fan of the back of my hand
.            Dm7                       C       
Cause if you look real close, at those little hairs and veins
.            F 
You're like "Hands are sort of gross"
.    D7           F    G   
It's hard to explain

.             Ab          Eb     
The point is, hey, West Covina
Bb                         F  
Why won’t you let me break free?
.    Ab                             Eb   
Am I doomed to stay here pouring my high school friends' beers
.       Bb            F     
For the rest of eternity?

Ab          Eb    
Hey, West Covina
Bb                          F
You know just where to find me
.    Fm                    C   
I'll never go far, so pull up to the bar
F                 G7
Hey, West Covina
.          F  C   Eb F C F   
What'll it be?

.    C               Em7   
It's 5:55, I'm still singing
.       Gm7                       C
The big Turkey Day game's letting out
.            F                     C  
But no one's coming here, who am I kidding?
.        E7                         Am    
Hey, you sunburned MILFs, give me a shout

.    Dm7                          Em7          Am7    
Everyone's going home ‘cause it's time to give thanks
Dm7                             Em7         Am7    
Thanks for the chain stores and outlets and banks
Dm7                              C  
Thanks for this town three short hours from the beach
.     F                           D7                F       
Where all of your dreams can stay just out of reach
G
Dun-dun bom-bom! Gun-ga bom-dom!

Ab          Eb    
Hey, West Covina
.          Bb                      F   
You're not listening so what's the use?
.     Ab                       Eb      
Is my purpose in life to slice limes with a knife?
.     Bb                    F  
Or to serve Deb a vodka and cranberry juice?
N.C.
"Hey, Deb, I'll be right with you."

Ab          Eb    
Hey, West Covina
Bb                        F  
Look what you're doing to me
.         Fm     
Can't you see, West Covina
.              C   
You're killing me, West Covina
.    F                 G7
Last call, West Covina
.          F    C
What'll it be?
Eb  F  C