Bear taby ukulele według The Antlers (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro:

G  Bm  C  G F# Em  Am  C  D C#m


Verse:

G  Bm  C  G(the root slide-down is G, F#)  Em  Am  C  D


           G               Bm
There's a bear inside your stomach

               C                  G F#
The cub's been kicking from within.

Em                        Am 
He's loud, though without vocal chords

C                   D
We'll put an end to him


           G             Bm
We'll make all the right appointments

       C               G F#
No one ever has to know.

Em                          Am
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21

C                    D
We'll script another show


           G                  Bm
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea

      C                                  G F#
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be.

Em                      Am
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep


            G            Bm
None of our friends will come

     C              G F#
They dodge our calls.

Em                        Am
And they have for quite a while now

           C
It's not a shock
                                            D
You don't seem to mind and I just can't see how.


Chorus:
          C     Bm
We're too old

          Am          D
We're not old, old at all
    
     C      Bm        
Just too old


We're not old, old at all


Verse 2:

          G                Bm
There's a bear inside your stomach

               C                    G F#
The cub's been kicking you for weeks

Em                      Am
And if this isn't all a dream

                C            D
Well then we'll cut him from beneath

               G                Bm
Well we're not scared of making caves

           C                   G F#
Or finding food for him to eat

      Em               Am
We're terrified of one another

         C                 D
And terrified of what that means
 
               G          Bm      
But we'll make only quick decisions

                C                          G F#
And you'll just keep my in the waiting room

            Em                    Am
And all the while I'll know we're fucked

        C                D
And not getting unfucked soon

            G                 Bm
When we get home we're bigger strangers 

           C                G F#
than we've ever been before

           Em             Am          C               D
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor


Chorus:

          C      Bm
We're too old

          Am     D
We're not old at all.

         C      Bm
Just too old

          Am     D
We're not old at all.