One Week
Words & Music:
Barenaked Ladies
[capo 2 – basic riff for verses is: G = 320033 to
Cadd9 = X32033]
G
Cadd9 G
Cadd9 [etc.]
It's been one week since you
looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry."
Five days since you laughed at
me saying, ÒGet that together come back and see me.Ó
Three days since the living
room. I realized it's all my
fault, but couldn't tell you.
Yesterday you'd forgiven
me. But it'll still be two days
till I say I'm sorry.
G [for entire section]
Hold it now and watch the
hoodwink as I make you stop, think.
You'll think you're looking at
Aquaman.
I summon fish to the dish,
although I like the Chalet Swiss.
I like the sushi 'cause it's
never touched a frying pan.
Hot like wasabi when I bust
rhymes, big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value.
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad
hits, you try to match wits,
You try to hold me but I bust
through.
Gonna make a break and take a
fake, I'd like a stinkin', achin' shake.
I like vanilla, it's the finest
of the flavors.
Gotta see the show, 'cause then
you'll know, the Vertigo is gonna grow.
'Cause it's so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver.
Em7
Dsus4 G
Cadd9 [etc. for entire
section]
How can I help it if I think
you're funny when you're mad.
Trying hard not to smile though
I feel bad.
I'm the kind of guy who laughs
at a funeral.
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have a tendency to wear my
mind on my sleeve.
I have a history of taking off
my shirt.
[back to basic riff]
It's been one week since you
looked at me, threw your arms in the air and said, "YouÕre crazy."
Five days since you tackled
me. I've still got the rug burns
on both my knees.
It's been three days since the
afternoon you realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon.
Yesterday you'd forgiven me and
now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry.
Chickity China the Chinese
chicken, you have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights
on we're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in
this one, like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic,
Like Sting I'm tantric, like
Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa I make mad films,
okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a
samurai, gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny
nubs just so my irons aren't always flying off the backswing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor
Moon
'Cause that cartoon has got the
boom anime babes that make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think
you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though
I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs
at a funeral
Can't understand what I
mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my
mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my
shirt
It's been one week since you
looked at me dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at
you and said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living
room we realized we're both to blame, but what could we do
Yesterday you just smiled at me
'cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we
say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we
say we're sorry