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Main riff: G Eb Bb D

Chorus:

She’s a dingbat (x2)

Verse:

Always walking in to trees
Wakes me up to ask if I’m asleep

Sits around stares in to space
Oh God I hate her face cause she’s a dingbat

Her dumbness really bothers me
Brainless questions constantly
I wish shut her mouth, give me a break
Oh God I hate her face

the mainriff PM a couple of times. then continue with the verse.

She lives alone in her own world
Naive wide-eyed little girl
Dosen’t care that the world’s a mess
She’s such a waste of flesh, a waste of flesh

any spelling mistakes or so…)

to play more accurately, tune down one half-step

[“Supermarket Fantasy”]

[Play verse (A C# F# E) twice]

Through the automatic doors, my shopping cart ran into hers
Our eyes met for a second then she turned away
After just a little while went into the canned goods aisle
And she was just standing there smiling

I was hoping she’d look at me
But she was checking out the lima beans
And artichokes, my heart was broke in pieces
By my supermarket fantasy

Didn’t want to seem obsessed, I checked Farina off my list
But I couldn’t keep my mind off those perfect lips
Saw her start to walk my way, thought everything would be okay
And then I ran into the Cocoa Puffs display

Hurried to the checkout line
Wishing I could push back time
I looked around and she was right behind me

[Solo over verse and chorus]

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Wanna clip your coupons, girl, wanna squeeze your Charmin, too
I wanna be your grocery bagger forever
We’ll go shopping every night up and down the empty aisles
And I’ll always make sure your melons are ripe

But I can’t get up the nerve
I could have the best buys in the world
But I’ll never share a shopping cart with her
My supermarket fantasy

[End on A]

I don’t wanna take you for walks on the beach
I don’t want you hanging on me like a leech
‘Cause I know what you’re trying, I know what you’re trying to do
D G D C D B C … G D C D B C
And I don’t wanna be in love with you
(a few other verses)

Love is a waste of my time, don’t waste my time
‘Cause I’ve got better things to do
To you love is just games and googly eyed teen romance
That’s why I don’t wanna be in love with you
(another verse)
Note: This is not perfect, OK sue me.
Please don’t e-mail me for requests or anything ‘cause I’m not a hardcore
(in either sense of the word) S.W. fan… I could probably tab out some
more stuff off “Boogada3” but I don’t really want to right now. Later, E.
Hulka