Verse 1: Cm When my roommate comes into the room Eb F Looking for his car keys Cm Eb F Cm I don't say it yet Cm And when he gets me off the couch Eb F Cm To check underneath the couch cushions Cm Eb F Cm I don't say it yet, no Cm And then when he says out loud Eb F "I wonder where my car keys are" Cm Eb F I still don't say it (I still don't say it yet) Cm But then he asks me Eb F "Do you know where my car keys are" Cm Fm I look at him in his face and I say
Chorus: N.C. Cm F Have you checked your butthole? Eb C Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole Cm I have not seen your keys, but since you're askin' me Cm You better check up that butthole Cm Of course I'm not serious Eb Bb I don't think it's up inside your big brown business Cm But a funny thing to say Cm Eb Fm To someone who's lost their shit and is stressed out visibly Verse 2: Cm When I see the best man start to sweat Cm Eb F Cm I don't say it yet (Ski-dap, ba-dap) Cm When I see that little ring bearer cunt Eb Fm Cm Getting yelled at by his mum (Ooooooh) Eb Fm I still don't say it Cm Eb When I see the groom asking the vicar Bb Cm If they can wait just another fifteen minutes Cm Fm I do not say it (Ski-bap, ba-dow) Cm And when the father of the bride Eb F Cm Starts organizing an ad-hoc emu bob of the courtyard area Eb Fm I want to, but I do not say it Cm It's the eleventh hour Cm F Cm With three-hundred congregates under God's roof Cm The vicar approaches the mic Eb F And suddenly, all of the chatter goes mute Cm He says that they've misplaced the rings Eb Bb Could anyone possibly know where they are? Cm Fm N.C. I know it's my time as all heads turn as I stand and say, "Vicar" Chorus: N.C. Cm Have you checked your butthole? Cm Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole Cm I have not seen your ring, but have you checked your ring? Bb And by ring I mean butthole Cm Love is patient, love is kind Cm Ebm Fm But if you ask me where you can find Cm Literally anything you've lost before Cm Ebm Fm Cm I'm gonna suggest that it's up your butthole Bridge: Cm "Where's my phone " Is it up your butthole? Cm "I lost my loan," have you checked up your butthole? Cm "I'm losing my patience," check your anus Eb "Where's your class " I think it's stuck up your ass Cm "I just lost my grandma" Ab Oh my god I'm so sorry Fm "Are you capable of not saying she's up my asshole " Cm Of course, my condolences Eb "I'm not looking for a silly joke right now" N.C. Yeah, yeah what are you looking for? N.C. "Honestly, just like, a shoulder to cry—" Chorus: KEY CHANGE - HALF STEP (can move capo up one fret and play as previous) N.C Dbm Have you checked your butthole? Gb Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole Dbm Maybe you'll find your dead grandma up there too Dbm Oh I fuckin' got you, butthole Dbm My family hate me Gb Dbm This might be the reason that I've got no close friends Gb Fuckin' worth it, baby
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