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Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes by They Might Be Giants

[Convention: each chord is two beats/half a measure.  A dash indicates that
 the chord is held for another two beats; two chords with a slash between
 them are held for one beat/a quarter of a measure each.

 This song is lowered two semitones.  Capo up two frets to be in tune with
 the original.]


|:      D            -                 -               B7
Oh the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in

    Em                -              -              A
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin

           F                -           Bb                 -
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots

      F          -                 Bb               A  :|
and crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And the mirror it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
a furry hat elastic mask a pair of shiny marble dice
some people call them snake eyes but to me they look like mice

     D                  Bm         G   G#dim             (G#dim: 120101)
And nothing's smelling like a rose  but I don't care if

D               A      Bm          G
no one's coming up for air, 'cause I know

 D               Bm         G     G#dim
nothing's gonna change my clothes, ever anymore

D/Eb E/Eb   (I usually just slide D up and down a fret at a time)
D/Eb E/Eb
E/F E/Eb


Oh the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
and crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And nothing's smelling like a rose  but I don't care if
no one's coming up for air, 'cause I know
nothing's gonna change my clothes, ever anymore

|: D/Eb E/Eb
D/Eb E/Eb
E/F E/Eb :|

-E.M.