The Pop-up Song chords by Ruth Wallis

• Capo on 1st
• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

♫ Intro:

Cb  Cb
C#m F# Cb

♫ Verse 1:
        C#m             F#         Cb
Oh, his pop-up doesn't pop up anymore.
        C#m             F#            Cb
It just doesn't do the thing it did before.
C#m             F#               G#m
Johnny used to be so proud and all the girls would stare
   N.C.                                        Cb
To see the way he'd make it pop up in the air.
       C#m          F#               Cb
Almost any time of night no matter what,
         C#m             F#                 G#7
Gee, you oughta see the thing when it got hot!
N.C.                       Fb
But now he jiggles it,
N.C.             Fbm
He wiggles it,
   Cb              F#m       G#7
He bangs it on the kitchen floor.
       C#m  Fbm          Cb       G#7
But to no avail; it's a very sad tale:
    C#m             F#         Cb
His pop-up doesn't pop up anymore.

♫ Instrumental:
C#m  F#7  Cb

♫ Verse 2:
        C#m             F#         Cb
Oh, his pop-up doesn't pop up anymore.
        C#m             F#            Cb
It just doesn't do the thing it did before.
  C#m            F#                G#m
I never will forget the night he brought it home for me,
N.C.                                             Cb
Tied with a blue ribbon and cute as it could be.
       C#m                F#                  Cb
Had it pop right up with just the slightest touch,
    C#m               F#                G#
But now I fear we've used it much too much.
Fb N.C.               Fb Fbm N.C.                Cb
We just can't make it        and I can't take it.
         F#m                 G#7
It isn't good for one piece more.
            C#m       Fbm        Cb         G#7
It's in the same old groove, it just won't move.
    C#m             F#         Cb
His pop-up doesn't pop up anymore

♫ Instrumental:
C#m  F#7  Cb

♫ Verse 3:
        C#m             F#         Cb
Oh, his pop-up doesn't pop up anymore,
      C#m                  F#           Cb
And a thing like that can be an awful bore.
C#m            F#                G#m
Now I sit and look at it, it's just as cold as ice,
    Fb N.C.
But I recall the nights it was worth most any price!
       C#m                   F#             Cb
And it popped right up each time I wanted more.
     C#m                F#                Cb
We'd have such fun and he'd let me keep score.
    Fb  N.C.          Fb Fbm N.C.                Fbm
But now it's beat up
it won't repeat up,
        Cb        F#m          G#
There's no use in hollerin' encore.
C#m  N.C.              Fbm Cb              G#
    His little pop-up        sure needs a prop up.
    C#m                      F#         Cb
His pop-up toaster will not pop up anymore.