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From "Bad Hair Day" (1996)
(Al Yankovic)
Tab By: Bungalow Bob
Capo: 1st Fret
INTRO: [D] [Gm] [G] [D] [G] [A4] [D]
Down in the [F#m]workshop all the [G]elves were making [D]toys
For the [G]good Gentile girls and the [Asus4]good Gentile [D]boys
When the boss busted [F#m]in, nearly [G]scared 'em half to [D]death
He had a [G]rifle in his hands and cheap [Asus4]whiskey on his [D]breath
From his beard to his [F#m]boots, he was [G]covered in [D]ammo
Like a [G]big, fat, drunk, disgruntled, [Asus4]Yuletide [D]Rambo
And he smiled as he [F#m]said, with a [G]twinkle in his [D]eye
"Merry [G]Christmas to all! Now you're [Asus4]all gonna [D]die!"
CHORUS #1:
[Bm] The [D]night [Bm]Santa went [D]crazy
[Bm] The [D]night Saint [A]Nick went in[D]sane
[Bm] Rea[D]lized he'd been [Bm]getting a [D]raw deal
[Bm]Something [D]finally must have [A]snapped in his [D]brain
Well, the workshop is [F#m]gone now, he [G]decided to [D]bomb it
Every[G]where you'll find pieces of [Asus4]Cupid and [D]Comet
And he tied up his [F#m]helpers and he [G]held the elves [D]hostage
And he [G]ground up poor Rudolph into [Asus4] reindeer [D]sausage
He got Dasher and Dancer with an old German luger
And he [Gsus4]slashed up [G]Dasher just [D]like Freddy Kreuger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
And he [Gsus4]took a big [G]bite, and said "It [D]tastes just like chicken!"
CHORUS #2:
[Bm] The [D]night [Bm]Santa went [D]crazy
[Bm] The [D]night Kris [A]Kringle went [D]nuts
Now you [Bm] can't [D]hardly walk a[Bm]round the [D]North Pole
[Bm]Without [D]stepping in [A]reindeer [D]guts
BRIDGE:
[C]There's the National [G]Guard and the FB[Fsus4]I [F]
There's a [C]van from the Eyewitness [G]News
And helicopters [Fsus4]circling round in the [F]sky
And the [C]bullets are flying, the [F]body count's rising
And [Fsus4]everyone's dying to [G]know
Oh, Santa, [D]why? [F#m]
My my [D]my my my [G]my
You used to [Asus4]be such a [D] jolly guy
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Yes, Vir[F#m]ginia, now [G]Santa's doing [D]time
In a [G]Federal prison for his [Asus4]infamous [D]crime
Hey, little [F#m]friend, now don't you [G]cry no more [D]tears
He'll be [G]out with good behavior in [Asus4]seven hundred more [D]years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the [Gsus4]elves all got [G]jobs working for the [D]Postal Service
And they say Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night
With a [Gsus4]lawyer, ne[G]gotiating the [D]movie rights
CHORUS #3:
They're talking about [Bm] the [D]night [Bm]Santa went [D]crazy
[Bm] The [D]night Saint [A]Nicholas [D]flipped
[Bm]Broke his [D]back for some [Bm]milk and [D]cookies
[Bm]Sounds to [D]me like he was [A]tired of getting [D]gypped
CHORUS #1
[Bm]Something [D]finally must have [A]snapped in his [D]brain
Tell ya, [Bm]something [D]finally must have [A]snapped in his [D]brain
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