Guys, Girls, Guitars Lyrics - You Am I

There's a guy singing in the edge of the room 

Making sounds through a face like a prune 

He's got them fancy checkered pants 

And a chip in his tooth, oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Suffocating from patchouli and smoke 

Here's the fifty-first song that he wrote 

About the girl who split fifty weeks ago 

Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah 

And there's a weight sitting real heavy 

Down there on his shoulder 

The patented moves growing colder 

The seventh chord just keeps getting older 

Oh, my soul, just hit me if I get on a roll 

But this all sounded so good 

In the bedroom cold oh yeah, yeah, yeah 

But its only a 2 AM tune 

With a bridge lifted from "My aim is true" 

From the set list drink to the practice room 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah 

But there's a weight sitting real heavy 

Down there on his shoulder 

The patented moves growing colder 

The seventh chord just keeps getting older 

And he knows just as sure 

As this microphone stinks 

There's a change coming through 

And he ain't going home alone tonight 

And there's a weight sitting real heavy 

Down there on his shoulder 

The seventh chord just keeps getting older 

Is it me or is the room getting colder 

Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet 

Feel the dust building up at our feet 

The seventh chord just keeps getting older