Black Funk Rex

I wanna talk about some guys with glitter on their eyes and cute lips  |E///|A7///|E///|////|
It's an all-purpose noise that's already put the boys in the chips     |A7///|////|E///|////|
If you're talkin' about pre-teen sex your talkin' 'bout Black Funk Rex |G///|C/D/|E///|    ||

Black Funk Rex are cuddly as rabbits                                   |E///|////|
They drone about elves and they drool about hobbits                    |E///|////|
But their warmed-over whimsicality hardly inhibits                     |E///|////|
Their wide repertoire of nauseating habits                             |E7///|////|
And when the amplifiers roar                                           |A7///|////|E///|E///|
They sound like fairies waging atomic war                              |G///|C/D/|E///|////||

They got one riff to their name                                        |A///|
Which isn't to their shame                                             |A///|
'Cause the secret of their fame                                        |A///|
And the basis of the game                                              |A///|
Is that every song's the same                                          |A///|
And when the bass booms down there                                     |E///|
Like a constipated bear                                                |E///|
Breaking wind inside its lair                                          |E///|
Perspiration fills your hair                                           |E///|
And the lead shrieks up here                                           |A///|
Till it fills your mind with fear                                      |A///|
That an electronic spear                                               |A///|
Being hammered up your rear                                            |A///|
Is coming out your ear                                                 |A///|
But the rhythm's got one lick                                          |E///|
So flatulently slick                                                   |E///|
It's guaranteed to make you sick                                       |E///|
And the drummer's got one stick                                        |E///|
But he hits you like a kick                                            |E///|
In the stomach from a hick                                             |E///|
Serving ten years in the nick                                          |E///|
And the singer is a prick                                              |A///|
With a breath-bereaving trick                                          |A///|
Of twitching like a chick                                              |A///|
Who gives her bum a flick                                              |A///|
Like a giant facial tick                                               |A///|
And you couldn't call 'em quick                                        |A///|
In fact they're thicker than a brick                                   |A///|
But when they all turn up the wick                                     |B///|B///|
It brings the tots                                                     |G///|
Screaming up out of their prams and cots                               |C/D/|E///||

Black Funk Rex is the music of tomorrow                                |E///|////|
Say it with pride though you hear it with sorrow                       |E///|////|
They're the Middle Earth between L.A. and EC4                          |A///|////|E///|////|
And your middle ear has never suffered like this before                |G///|C/D/|E///|E///||

I'm talkin' 'bout some guys with glitter on their eyes and cute lips   |E///|A7///|E///|////|
It's an all-purpose noise that's already put the boys in the chips     |A7///|////|E///|////|
If you're talkin' about pre-teen sex your talkin' 'bout Black Funk Rex |G///|C/D/|E///|    ||

Thanks to Dave Bondy for the chord transcription
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