I'm playin' a song, you might have noticed that
Sometimes it's sharp, sometimes it's flat
And sometimes..
Sometimes it's just plain wrong
Down in Hell there will be rewards
For people who play these sorts of chords
And murder,
Murder your favourite song

Oh, no, NO!
These chords ain't right
Oh, no, no, NO!
These chords ain't right




I've not yet worked out which fret
Which note I should be playin'
And looking out, seeing all your eyes
Are watering with pain
Each chord reminds me of a fingernail
Being pulled out with pliy-yers
And audiences
Scream at me
Why don't I **** off and diy-yi

Oh, no, NO!
These chords ain't right
Oh, no, ****, NO!
These chords ain't right


Oh, no, NO!
That one sounds shiy-yi-yi-yite
Oh, no, no, NO!
These chords ain't right


Where does it go
Where do the notes go
Where does it go - no, no, no, no, no
Not where it goes, no
Where does it go (not. right.)
Where dooes go
That chord's not right
D'oh! Where does it go now
Try-ai-ai-ai
Where do the notes go
Where does go

Where do the notes go
Where do the notes go
Where does it go?
Where do the notes go
No no no no no no no
Not ri-yi-yight
Not ri-ee-i-ee-i-yi-yi-yight
Not right