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The whole song uses a basic ska rythym, and is just these
chords:
RE FA SIb LA REm SOL
E--10---8---6---5---5---3---
B--10--10---6---5---6---3---
G--11--10---7---6---7---4---
D--12--10---8---7---7---5---
A---------------------------
E---------------------------
The intro progression:
RE FA SIb LA
Verse:
REm SIb LA
Bridge:
SOL REm SOL LA
Chorus is same as intro:
RE FA SIb LA
Lyrics: (my interpretation)
(Verse):
So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar, a fiesta on the mic and it
will surely take you far. You make that drop
on the twenty foot tracks, mix it all down and you put it on wax.
Beginning is hype when you're playing in the bars in the bottomless pit
where you make loose and far. Take with your pipers and you take your
guitar, then take your woman and then pound your gong.
(Bridge):
Well beginning on wisdom I won't get you too far. First you'll have to
sell your soul, to be a superstar.
(Verse):
Maybe if you got it, forget about that, yo money don't concern you that's
a natural fact. Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down. We're
gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box. And first you get a
manager but what does he do? I'll be the first to tell you baby that I
don't have a clue, we're gonna make a funky image for the MTV, hear it on
the radio say damn, that's me.
(Bridge):
Whenever I get over on a three-piece harm, Jesus and his momma gonna
break your arm, put your ass in the john, oh to be a superstar, oooohhh
(Chorus)
Realize sometimes I feel like a sign, oh you're in a position and you
just can't hide. Ruff, ruff, ruffruffruff
(Verse):
All around the world you gotta make that trip and then you
never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this. Your rep is gettin
bigger than a B-52 and it gets around the world before it gets back to
you. Hey! All of a sudden, can you believe before your eyes this shit has
come down to me. I gotta take a west-bound to side, so long, say so long,
say so long, see ya.
(Bridge):
Oh, my God if I'da let my own knife take it, turn around and place it home.
(Chorus)
(Restart, with probably improvised lyrics I can't really make out except
this:)
Bo, what you want what you need? . . . .
Punani, Punani, won't you love me? Punani, Punani, Punani
("Let the dogs go. . Let'em go")
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