Nothing Suits Me Like A Suit taby ukulele według Neil Patrick Harris

F
I know what you're thinking
       Gm
What's Barney been drinking?
       Bb              Eb
That girl was smoking hot
F
Yes I coulda nailed her
     Gm
But no it's not a failure
             Bb               Eb
'Cuz there's one thing she is not


    Dm
To score a ten would be just fine
         Dm/C#                         C
But I'd rather be dressed to the nines
                           Bb   Bb/A  Gm
It's a truth you can't refute


Gm   Bb/A   Bb   C  
             
Nothing suits me like a suit!


F                      Gm
Picture a world where all the girls and boys
        Bb               Eb  
Are impeccably well dressed
F                         Gm
That delivery guy in the jacket and tie
     Bb                     Eb  
That puppy in the double-breast


Dm
That '80s dude in mutton chops
      Dm/C#                 C
That baby with a lollipop
                           Bb   Bb/A  Gm
That lady cop who's kinda cute

Gm   Bb/A   Bb   C  
                   Nothing suits me like a suit!



Bb                 Dm
Wingman I can wear
                       Gm
They're oh so debonair
                             F        F G Bb/A Bb C C#
The perfect way to snare a girl with daddy issues
C#                  Dm
In navy blue or black
                C
Check out this perfect rack
   Bb       F            C
I want to give them a squeeze
                  Eb              Dm
Oh really? Then answer these questions
           C
If you pleaseee



Dm                                             
What would you do if you had to choose        
                                              
Between your suits and a pot of gold?          

Suits!

Bb           
What would you say                             
                                              
If you gave your suits away                   
                                              
In return you'd never grow old?

Suits!

G                                              
What would you pick                            
                                               
One million chicks                             
      
Or a single three-piece suit?

It's moot!

C                                              
What if world peace                            
                                               
Were within your reach...                     
 
Abbadabada I'm gonna stop you right there. It's suits. 
Come on, Lily. Get your head outta your ass.

Two! Three! Four!



F                  Gm
Girls will go and girls will come
            Bb              Eb
But there's only one absolute
      F                       Gm
Every bro on the go needs to know
                Bb               Eb
That there's no accepted substitute


Dm
I'm sorry suits, let's make amends
     Dm/C#                         C
My Sunday best are my best friends
                             Bb  Bb/A  G
Send casual Friday down the laundry chute

      Bb              G          F            A     
Cause nothing suits the undisputed oft-saluted 
 Dm         C     Bb  C
suitor of repute Like a wait for it

Suit!

F    Gm    Bb                C#m    F
           Nothing suit him like a suit (suit up, suit up, suit up, suit up, suit)