| Verse: |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| Jesus |
was a |
black man |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| He made |
Armstrong a |
god |
| A |
| A |
E B |
A |
E B |
| And when old |
Louis |
picked up his |
trumpet |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| He said |
play Me a |
song. |
|
| Chorus: |
| G F# E |
| G F# E |
| |
Jesus was a black Man |
| G F# E |
| G F# E |
| |
He died for our sins |
| G F# E |
| G F# E |
| |
He died for the greatest sin of all |
| G F# E |
| G F# E |
| |
When Warner/Sony/Virgin/Universal |
|
|
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| He knew that |
jazz was |
funky |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| Gave Welling- |
ton his |
name |
| A |
| A |
E B |
A |
E B |
| People stood |
high when the |
beats rang |
low |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| That's why |
jazz re- |
mains. |
|
| Repeat chorus |
|
| E |
N.C. pause |
| E |
B F# |
N.C. pause |
| He puked on |
Avril |
[Debate the pronunciation of Avril] |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| Smited |
Brittany |
Spears |
| A |
| A |
E B |
A |
E B |
| When the |
Backstreet |
Boys were |
hot |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| He plugged all |
jf our |
ears. |
|
| Repeat chorus |
|
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| What |
hath God |
wrought? |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| I think He's |
punishing |
me |
| A |
| A |
E B |
A |
E B |
| I listen to the |
top 40 |
each |
night |
| E |
| E |
B F# |
E |
B F# |
| Apa- |
thetical- |
ly. |
