HAiR: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical

lyrics by James Rado & Gerome Ragni

music by Galt MacDermot

FOLKSINGERS' GUITAR ARRANGEMENTS by Evan Cantor (cantor@spot.colorado.edu)

This file is the author's own work and represents his interpretations of the
songs from the theatre libretto of the theatrical show HAiR. It is
intended only for private study, scholarship and research.

Source: I follow the "Original Broadway Cast" recording for the order of the
songs and verses, with assistance from David Pirmann's
(pirmann@cs.rutgers.edu) transcription (12/10/93). David's material
provides additional lyrics from Rado & Ragni's "HAiR" (Pocket Books, 1969)
and the London 1993 production libretto. He thanks European "net people"
Peter Mendelsohn, Jan Olov Algren and Harry Blom. For their contributions
to David's transcription, I thank them as well. I also consulted the piano
sheet music from the movie soundtrack "Vocal Selections From HAiR:THE FILM"
(Big3 Publications, 1979) transposing and correcting guitar chords where
necessary.

pg. 2). Aquarius

pg. 3). Donna; Hashish (not arranged)
pg. 4). Sodomy*; Colored Spade*
pg. 5). Manchester England
pg. 6). Ain't Got No; I Believe In Love (not arranged)
pg. 7). Ain't Got No (Reprise) (not arranged); Air; Initials*
pg. 8). I Got Life
pg. 9). Going Down*
pg. 10). Hair
pg. 11). My Conviction*; Easy To Be Hard
pg. 12). Don't Put It Down*; Frank Mills
pg. 13). Be In (not arranged); Where do I Go?
pg. 14). Electric Blues (not arranged); Black Boys
pg. 15). White Boys
pg. 16). Walking In Space
pg. 17). Abie Baby
pg. 18). All You Have To Do (London 93, not arranged); 3-5-0-0
pg. 19). What A Piece Of Work Is Man; Exanaplanetooch (not
arranged); Dead End (not arranged); Sheila Franklin (not
arranged); Claudine Hooper Bukowski (not arranged)
pg. 20). Good Morning Starshine
pg. 21). The Bed (not arranged); The Flesh Failures/Let The
Sunshine In;

*special arrangement, not found elsewhere on commercial sheet music

"Aquarius"

When the moon is in the Seventh House Cmaj7 D7 Em

and Jupiter aligns with Mars Cmaj7 D7 Em
Then peace will guide the planets Cmaj7 D7 Em
And love will steer the stars CDG

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius F

The age of Aquarius Am
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dmaj Am

Harmony and understanding GC

Sympathy and trust abounding GC
No more falsehoods or derisions GC
Golden living dreams of visions Am G C
Mystic crystal revelation C E7 Am
And the mind's true liberation Am Dm Em
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dm Am

When the moon is in the Seventh House Cmaj7 D7 Em

and Jupiter aligns with Mars Cmaj7 D7 Em
Then peace will guide the planets Cmaj7 D7 Em
And love will steer the stars CDG

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius F

The age of Aquarius Am
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dmaj Am

(extra verses from London 1993 production)

As our hearts go beating through the night Cmaj7 D7 Em

We dance unto the dawn of day Cmaj7 D7 Em
To be the bearers of the water Cmaj7 D7 Em
Our light will lead the way CDG

We are the spirit of the age of Aquarius F

The age of Aquarius Am
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dmaj Am

Harmony and understanding GC

Sympathy and trust abounding GC
Angelic illumination GC
Rising fiery constellation Am G C
Travelling our starry courses C E7 Am
Guided by the cosmic forces Am Dm Em
Oh, care for us; Aquarius Dm Am

(Note: the sheet music for two arrangements of this song, the movie
soundtrack & Fifth Dimension versions, are in different keys. I transposed
to C because the chords were more 'open' and sounded better.)

"Donna"

Oh, once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7

There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. CFC

I just got back from looking for Donna G7

San Francisco psychedelic urchin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. CFC

Have you seen C Bb

my sixteen year old tattooed woman? C Bb C C7
Heard a story F F9
She got busted for her beauty, oh oh oh D7
Oh oh! G G7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7

There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. CFC

I've been to India and saw the yogi light C A7 D

In South America the Indian smoke glows bright B7 Em
I'm reincarnated and so are we all G G7 C
And in this lifetime we'll rise F#7 C
Before we fall F
Before we fall... D7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7

There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. CFC

And I'm gonna show her life on earth can be sweet C A7 D

Gonna lay my mutated self at her feet B7 Em
And I'm gonna love her, make love to her G G7
till the sky turns brown; C
I'm evolving, I'm evolving F#7
Through the drugs C
That you put down (that you put down) F D7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7

There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. CFC
Looking for my Donna. CFC

Donna!! Em7

"Hashish" (not arranged)

"Sodomy" (special arrangement: not found on sheet music)

Sodomy... G
Fellatio... D
Cunnilingus... Em
Pederasty. A
Father, why do these words sound so nasty? C D7

Masturbation G
can be fun D Em/D
Join the holy orgy Em
Kama Sutra C
Everyone!! GCG

"Colored Spade" (special arrangement: not found on sheet music)

I'm a... Colored Spade, a nigger, a black nigger; E7

A jungle bunny, jigaboo coon, pickaninny mau mau

Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima, Little Black Sambo A7

Cotton pickin', swamp guinea, junk man, shoeshine boy E7

Elevator operator, table cleaner at Horn and A7

Hardart, Slave voodoo, Zombie, Ubangi lipped E7

Flat nose,tap dancin' A7

Resident of Harlem E7

And President of the United States of Love A7 E7

And President of the United States of Love A7 E7

Shit! (and if you ask him to dinner, you're gonna feed him:) E7

Watermelon; Hominy grits E7 (vamp) ("So You Say" response)

An' shortnin' bread; Alligator ribs
Some pig tails; some black eyed peas
Some chili; some collard greens

And if you don't watch out A7

This boogie man will get you E
Booooooo! Booooooo! A7 E7 A7 E7

So You Say!

(Note: rockin' blues in E on the Broadway cast album)

"Manchester England"

Manchester, England England A D A7 D

Across the Atlantic Sea A D A7 D
And I'm a genius, genius D G D7 G
I believe in God E D-E, E D-E
And I believe that God E D-E
Believes in Claude E D-E
That's me... That's me! A D A7 D
Claude Hooper Bukowski A F#m
Finds that it's groovy to hide in a movie A F#m
Pretends he's Fellini and Antonioni A F#m
And also his countryman Roman Polanski A F#m
All rolled into one A
One Claude Hooper Bukowski F#m A F#m

Now that I've dropped out A D A7 D

Why is life dreary, dreary A D A7
Answer my weary queary D G D7 G
Timothy Leary, Dearie E D-E, E7 A

Manchester, England England A D A7 D

Across the Atlantic Sea A D A7 D
And I'm a genius, genius D G D7 G
I believe in God E D-E, E D-E
And I believe that God E D-E
Believes in Claude E D-E
That's me... (That's he!) A D A7 D
That's me... (That's he!) A D A7 D
That's me... A

"Ain't Got No"

I'm black... I'm black; Em G

I'm pink... I'm pink; Em G
I'm Rinso White... Em G D7/F# G7/B
I'm in-vi-si-ble... C D Em

SOLO VOICE: RESPONSE:

Ain't Got No home Em So

Ain't Got No shoes G Poor
Ain't Got No money Em Honey
Ain't Got No class G Common
Ain't Got No scarf D Hot
Ain't Got No gloves Bm Cold
Ain't Got No bed Em Beat
Ain't Got No pot C Busted
Ain't Got No faith G C D Catholic

Ain't Got No mother Em Orphan

Ain't Got No culture G Man
Ain't Got No friends Em Lucky
Ain't Got No schoolin' G Dumb
Ain't Got No shine D Dull
Ain't Got No underwear Bm Bad
Ain't Got No soap Em Dirty
Ain't Got No A-Train C Jump
Ain't Got No mind GCD Lost it

Ain't Got No smokes Em Shit

Ain't Got No job G Lazy
Ain't Got No work Em Fine
Ain't Got No coins G Broke
Ain't Got No pennies D Beg
Ain't Got No girl/man Bm Horny
Ain't Got No ticket Em Hustle
Ain't Got No token C Walk
Ain't Got No God GCD Good

(extra verse from London 1993)

Ain't Got No father Em Dead

Ain't Got No Tee Vee G Honest
Ain't Got No pizza Em Starving
Ain't Got No Gallo G Nervous
Ain't Got No sleep D High
Ain't Got No rhythm Bm White
Ain't Got No books Em Lovely
Ain't Got No socks C Nasty
Ain't Got No sex G Ugly

"I Believe In Love" (not arranged)

"Ain't Got No (Reprise)" (not arranged)

"Air"

Welcome! Sulphur dioxide D G A

Hello! Carbon monoxide DGA
The air, the air GA
is everywhere GD

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D

Bless you, alcohol bloodstream DGA

Save me, nicotine lung-steam DGA
Incense, incense GA
is in the air GD

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D

Cat-o-clysmic ectoplasm D G A7 D
Fallout, atomic orgasm D G A7 G
Vapor and fume GA
At the stone of my tomb AG
Breathing like a sullen perfume A7 G
Eating at the stone of my tomb. A7 D

Welcome! Sulphur dioxide D G A

Hello! Carbon monoxide DGA
The air, the air GA
is everywhere GD

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! GAD

Deep, deep, d-deep-deep, (cough cough) D
"Initials" (special arrangement; not found on sheet music)

LBJ took the IRT CFGC

down to 4th street USA FGC
When he got there, what did he see? Am7 D Am7 D
The youth of America on LSD. Am7 F G C

LBJ, IRT C Am7, Dm7

USA, LSD G, C

LSD, LBJ C Am7, Dm7

FBI, CIA G, C

F-B-I-C-I-A C Am Dm7
L-S-D; G C;
Eh-eh-el...Be...Jay C G C

"I Got Life"

This is 1968, dearies, not 1948;

1968! What have ya got, 1968?
May I ask?
What the hell you got, 1968, that makes you so superior?
Maaaan gives me such a headache!

Well, if you really wanna know, 1948...

I Got Life, mother; I got laughs, sister; Gm; Dm

I got freedom, brother; I got good times, man. F; A7, D9 G

I got crazy ways, daughter Gm

I got million-dollar charm, cousin Dm
I got headaches and toothaches Am D
and bad times, too E7 Am
Like you! G7-C7

I got my hair; I got my head F; Bb

I got my brains; I got my ears F; Bb
I got my eyes; I got my nose F; Bb
I got my mouth Am
I got my teeth! C7

I got my tongue; I got my chin F; Bb

I got my neck; I got my tits F; Bb
I got my heart; I got my soul F; Bb
I got my back Am
I got my ass! C7

I got my arms, I got my hands, Am; E7

I got my fingers, I got my legs; Am; E7
I got my feet, I got my toes Am; E7
I got my liver... G7
Got my blood. C7 F

I got my guts (I got my guts) A7

I got my muscles (muscles) Bb
I Got Life! (Life!) F Bb
Life! (Life!) F Bb
Life! (Life!) F Bb
Life!! F

"Going Down" (special arrangement, not found on sheet music)

Me and Lucifer; Lucifer and me C; F C

Like the angel that fell CFG
Banished forever to Hell CFG
Today have I been expelled F Em Dm7
From high school heaven G7 C

Elevator Going Down (C) F

Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Everybody Going Down; CF
Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

"High school dropouts, don't give up! Dial oh-R-7 7-3-9-oh for
our free booklet... Telling how you can get it at home..."

This is my doom, my humiliation Em G

October, not June D
And it's summer vacation G
Such a disgrace E
How can I face the nation? Am
Why should this pain D
Bring me such strange e-la-tion? G C-G: C

Ev'rybody Going Down (C) F

Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Everybody Going Down; CF
Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

Emancipation proclamation Em G
Oh, Dr. Lincoln D
My head needs shrinkin' G
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu E
Lucifer and me Am
Doomed from here D
To e-ter-ni-ty! G C-G: C

Ev'rybody Going Down (C) F

Down, Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Everybody Going Down; CF
Down, Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Down, Everybody Going Down C Dm7 G7 C
Down, Everybody Going Down C Dm7 G7 C
Forgive me if I don't cry CFG
It's like the Fourth of July CFG
Thank god that angels can fly F Em Dm7
Down, Down, down Dm7
Going Down, Down, down Dm7
Going Down, Down, down Dm7
Going Down! G7-C

"Hair"

She asks me why...I'm just a hairy guy Cm Abmaj7...Cm Eb

I'm hairy noon and night; Hair that's a fright. Cm Ab; Cm Eb
I'm hairy high and low, Gm Eb
Don't ask me why; don't know! Gm Bb; Bb
It's not for lack of bread Gm Eb
Like the Grateful Dead; darling Gm Bb; (F-Bb)

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair Cm Ab Cm Eb

Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Cm Ab Cm Eb
Give me down to there, hair! Gm Eb
Shoulder length, longer (hair!) Gm Bb
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy Gm Eb; Gm Bb7

CHORUS:
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair) Cm Ab Cm
Flow it, Show it; Eb Bb7
Long as God can grow it, My Hair! Eb7 Ab Bb7, Eb Bb11

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees Cm Ab Cm Eb

Give a home to the fleas in my hair Cm Ab Cm Eb
A home for fleas, a hive for bees Gm Eb; Gm Bb
A nest for birds, there ain't no words Gm; Eb
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my Gm Bb7

CHORUS

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy Dm7 G7

Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty Dm7 G7
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining Gm Cm
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Gm Cm
Knotted, polka-dotted; Twisted, beaded, braided Cm7 F7; Cm7 F7
Powdered, flowered, and confettied Cm7 F7
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied! Cm F7 Bb7

O-oh, Say can you see; my eyes if you can, Eb Bb

Then my hair's too short! Bb
Down to here, down to there, Eb Cm
Down to where, down to there; Eb Cm
It stops by itself! Bb
doo doo doo doo doot-doot doo doo doot (repeat: no chord)

They'll be ga-ga at the go-go Cm Ab

when they see me in my toga Cm Eb
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair Cm Ab Cm Eb
My hair like Jesus wore it Gm Eb
Hallelujah I adore it Gm Bb7
Hallelujah Mary loved her son Gm Eb
Why don't my Mother love me? Gm Bb7

CHORUS (three times to end)

"My Conviction" (special arrangement; not found on sheet music)

You know, kids; I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to
their teenagers and say "Kids, be free, be whatever you are, do
whatever you want to do, just so long as you don't hurt anybody.
And remember kids, I am your friend."
(intro) C-F
I would just like to say that it is my conviction CF
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations GF
of appearance are nothing more D7/F# G
than the male's emergence from his drab camouflage C C7
into the gaudy plumage F
which is the birthright of his sex. CGC

There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage G C C/Em C/Am7

And fine feathers are not proper for the male F G A7
When ac--- tually; D9 G/B C-A7 -> F
That is the way things are G
in most species. CFC

"Easy To Be Hard"

How can people be so heartless Fmaj7 D7

How can people be so cruel Fmaj7 D7
Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold G Am; D7 G Am-D7

Oh, how can people have no feelings Fmaj7 D7

How can they ignore their friends Fmaj7 D7
Easy to be proud; Easy to say no G Am; D7 G Am-D7

And especially people who care about strangers C Gm C Gm

Who care about evil and social injustice C Gm C Gm
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? Am D7 Am D7
How about a needing friend? Am D7 G
I need a friend... Fmaj7 D7

How can people be so heartless Fmaj7 D7

You know I'm hung up on you Fmaj7 D7
Easy to give in; Easy to help out G Am; D7 G Am-D7

Oh, and especially people who care about strangers C Gm C Gm

Who care about evil and social injustice C Gm C Gm
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? Am D7 Am D7
How about a needing friend? Am D7 G
I need a friend... Fmaj7 D7
How can people have no feelings Fmaj7 D7
How can they ignore their friends Fmaj7 D7
Easy to be hard; Easy to be cold G Am; D7 G Am-D7
Easy to be proud; G Am
Easy to say no. D7 Am7 G

"Don't Put It Down" (special arrangement; not found on sheet)

Om mane padme om; Om mane padme on;

Folding the flag is taking care of the nation;
Folding the flag is putting it to bed for the night;
I fell through a hole in the flag,
I'm falling through a hole in the flag; Help!

Don't Put It Down FG

Best one around! C
Crazy for the red, blue and white F G Em A
Crazy for the red, blue and white F G Em A

You look at me; What do you see? FGC

Crazy for the white, red and blue F G Em A
Crazy for the white, red and blue F G Em A

Cause I look different; You think I'm subversive FGC

Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A

My heart beats true; for the red, white and blue! FGC
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A
and yellow... fringe... F G Em A
Crazy for the blue, white, red and yellow! FGC

"Frank Mills"

I met a boy named Frank Mills CG

on September twelfth right here Am F
In front of the Waverly C
But unfortunately; I lost his address Dm7; G7 C

He was last seen with his friend CG

A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles Am F
But he wears his hair C
Tied in a small bow at the back Dm7 G7 C F C

I love him, but it embarrasses me Gm7 C7 F

To walk down the street with him; F#dim C
He lives in Brooklyn...somewhere... Em F#m7 B7
and wears this white crash helmet. E7 A7 D7 G G7
He has golden chains on his leather jacket C7
and on the back are written the names F F#dim C
Mary... and Mom... and Hell's Angels. Em... Am... F C
I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him,tell him C G Am F
I'm in the park with my girlfriend... and please C Am7... G7
Tell him Angela and I, C G7
don't want the two dollars back; Just him! Am F; G7 C

"Be In" (not arranged)

"Where Do I Go?"

Where Do I Go?; Follow the river Dm7 G7; C

Where Do I Go?; Follow the gulls Dm7 G7; C

Where is the something Gm7 C7

Where is the someone Gm7 C7
That tells me why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Where Do I Go?; Follow the children Dm7 G7; C

Where Do I Go?; Follow their smiles Dm7 G7; C

Is there an answer Gm7 C7

In their sweet faces Gm7 C7
That tells me why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Follow the wind song, follow the thunder F Eb; F Eb

Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes F F#m7 B7 Em
Down to the gutter, up to the glitter G F; G F
Into the city, where the truth lies. G F; D7 G7

Where Do I Go?; Follow the children Dm7 G7; C

Where Do I Go?; Follow their smiles Dm7 G7; C

Is there an answer Gm7 C7

In their sweet faces Gm7 C7
That tells me why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Follow the wind song, follow the thunder F Eb; F Eb

Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes F F#m7 B7 Em
Down to the gutter, up to the glitter G F; G F
Into the city, where the truth lies. G F; D7 G7

Where Do I Go?; Follow my heartbeat Dm7 G7; C

Where Do I Go?; Follow my hand Dm7 G7; C

Where will they lead me? Gm7 C7

And will I ever Gm7 C7
Discover why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C
............ I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Why do I live? Why do I die? D C; D C D

Tell me why... Tell me where do I go? D C; D C D C
Tell me why... Tell me where... D C; D C
Tell me why... Tell me where... D C; D C
Tell me why! D
"Electric Blues" (no arrangement)

"Black Boys"

Black boys are delicious C Bb Eb G

Chocolate flavored love C Bb Eb G
Licorice lips like candy F Eb Ab F
Keep my cocoa handy F Eb Ab F
I have such a sweet tooth Bb F
When it comes to love G7 C

Once I tried a diet C Cmaj7

of quiet, rest, no sweets C7 F
But I went nearly crazy Fm C
And I went clearly crazy Am D7
Because I really craved for G7 Am
chocolate flavored treats D7 G

Black boys nutritious C Bb Eb G

Black boys fill me up; C Bb Eb G
Black boys are so damn yummy F Eb Ab F
They satisfy my tummy; F Eb Ab F
I have such a sweet tooth Bb F
When it comes to love G7 C

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black F

Black boys! C

"White Boys"

White boys are so pretty EA

Skin as smooth as milk E E7
White boys are so pretty A E-G#-C#m
Hair like Chinese silk. F#m B7 E

I tell ya, yer White boys give me goose bumps EA

White boys give me chills E E7
and when they touch my shoulder A E-G#-C#m
That's the touch that kills F#m B7 E

Well, my momma calls'em lilies A7

But I call'em 'Piccadillies' E
My daddy told me "Stay Away!" A7
But I say "Come on out & Play!" B-Bdim-B

White boys are so groovy EA

White boys are so tough E E7
Every time that they're near me A E-G#-C#m
I just can't get enough. F#m B7 E--> C7

White boys are pretty F Bb

White boys are so sweet F F7
White boys drive me crazy Bb F-A-Dm
Drive me indiscreet Gm C7 F

White boys are so sexy F Bb

Legs so long and lean F F7
I love those sprayed-on trousers Bb F-A-Dm
Love the love machine Gm C7 F

My brother calls'em 'rubble' Bb7

That's my kind of trouble! F
My daddy warns me 'No, No, No!" Bb7
But I say "White boys Go, Go, Go!" C C7

White boys are so lovely F Bb

Beautiful as girls F
I love to run my fingers Bb F-A-Dm
And toes through all their curls Gm C7 F

Give me a tall Bb7 (vamp)

a lean, a sexy
a sweet, a pretty, a juicy
White Boy! F

Black boys! White boys! Bb; F

Black boys! White boys! Bb; F

Mixed Media! Bb F

"Walking In Space"

Doors locked (doors locked) C7 G7

Blinds pulled (blinds pulled) Bb C
Lights low (lights low) G7 D7
Flames high (flames high) F C

My body, (My body), My body Eb, Ab, Db F

My body, (My body), My body Eb, Ab, Db F

My body is Walking In Space Fm Db Ab-A-Bb

My soul is in orbit with God face to face Fm Db Ab-A-Bb
Floating, flipping; Flying, tripping Ab Bb Db Eb
Tripping from Potsville to Starlight Fm Db Ab-A-Bb
Tripping from Starlight to Moonville Fm Db Ab Bb
On a rocket to the Fourth DimensionAb Bb Db Eb
Total self-awareness, the intention Ab Bb Db Eb

My mind is as clear as country air Fm Db Ab Bb7

I feel my flesh, all colors mesh Fm Db Ab Bb7

Red, black; Blue, brown Eb; Bb7

Yellow, crimson; Green, orange Db; Eb
Purple, pink; Violet, white Bb7; F7
White, white; white, white Ab; Eb
White, white... Eb
All the clouds are cumuloft, Walking In Space Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
Oh my God, your skin is soft, I love your face Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
How dare they try to end this beauty? Ebm Gb Cb Gb
How dare they try to end this beauty? Ebm Gb Cb Gb

To keep us under foot, they bury us in soot Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb

Pretending it's a chore, to ship us off to war Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
In this dive we rediscover sensation Ebm Gb Cb Gb
In this dive we rediscover sensation Ebm Gb Cb Gb

Walking In Space, we find the purpose of peace Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb

The beauty of life, you can no longer hide Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb

Our eyes are open, our eyes are open Ebm Gb Cb Gb

Our eyes are open, our eyes are open Ebm Gb Cb Gb
Wide! Wide! Wide! Gb Cb Gb

("Potsville to Starlight" lyric from London 1993 production; Starlight

replaces the word "Mainline" in both places, presumably eliminating any
connection between marijuana and heroin as well as the inference of
marijuana as a gateway to narcotics use. Starlight is also a stronger
psychedelic image, thus insinuating hallucinogenic experience instead of the
narcotic. The song is, after all, about Claude's acid trip.)

"Abie Baby"

Yes; I's finished on y'all G9; Cmaj7 G9

Farmland with yo' Boll Cmaj7 G9
Weevils and all Cmaj7 G9
and pluckin' y'all's Cmaj7 G9
chickens, fryin' Cmaj7 G9
Mother's oats in grease; Cmaj7 F
I's free now G
thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln Cmaj7 G
emancipator of the slaves D G C F-C: F Em

Yes; I's finished on y'all Cmaj7 G9

Farmland with yo' Boll Cmaj7 G9
Weevils and all Cmaj7 G9
and pluckin' y'all's Cmaj7 G9
chickens, fryin' Cmaj7 G9
Mother's oats in grease; Cmaj7 F
I's free now G
thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln Cmaj7 G
emancipator of the slaves D G C
Yeah Yeah Yeah A7
Emanci-muthafuckin-pator of the slaves D7 G7 C
Yeah Yeah Yeah A7
Emanci-muthafuckin-pator of the slaves D7 G7 C-F-C
Slaves? Slaves?

Ooh-be-do, whoa, whoa, whoa (C C/Am7 Dm7 G)

Four score, I said Four score and seven years ago C Am Dm7 G
"Oh, Sock it to'em baby, C Am
You're soundin' better all the time!" Dm7 G
Our forefathers, I mean ALL our forefathers C Am Dm7 G
Brought forth upon this here continent a NEW nation C Am Dm7 G
"Oh, come on, Rock me Stokely" C Am Dm7 G
Conceived, Conceived like we all was; in liberty, C Am Dm7 G

and dedicated-to the-one I-love F-Fm-Bb9-C Am Dm7 G

I mean dedicated to the proposition that ALL men C Am Dm7 G

Honey, I tell you ALL men, are created equal. C Am Dm7 G

Ooh-be-do, whoa, whoa, whoa C Am Dm7 G

Happy Birthday, Abie Baby CF
Happy Birthday to you, Yeah! GC
Happy Bithday, Abie Baby CF
Happy Birthday to you, BANG! GC

Bang? Aww shit, I'm not dyin' for no white man!

(Tell it like it is, baby!)

(Very freely adapted from the sheet music to the Broadway cast)

"All You Have To Do" (London '93, the Buddha song, not arranged)

"Three-Five-Zero-Zero"

Ripped open by metal explosion Em Am

Caught in barbed wire; fireball, bullet shock Em; Am
Bayonet, electricity, shrapnel, throbbing meat Em Am Em Am
Electronic data processing GC
Black uniforms, bare feet, carbines GC
Mail order rifles shoot the muscles Em Am Em
256 Viet Cong captured... Bm Em
256 Viet Cong captured... Bm Em

(first time whispered)

Prisoners in Niggertown G
It's a dirty little war G
Three-five-zero-zero CGD
Take weapons up and begin to kill D F-G-C
Watch the long long armies drifting home C G E7 A7 D7 G

(sing out!)

Oh, Prisoners in Niggertown G

It's a dirty little war G
Three-five-zero-zero CGD
Take weapons up and begin to kill D F-G-C
Watch the long long armies drifting home C G E7 A7 D7 G
(let'er rip!)

Oh, Prisoners in Niggertown G

It's a dirty little war G
Three-five-zero-zero CGD
Take weapons up and begin to kill D F-G-C
Watch the long long armies drifting home C G E7 A7 D7 G

Ripped open by metal explosion Em Am

Caught in barbed wire; fireball, bullet shock Em; Am
Bayonet, electricity, shrapnel, throbbing meat Em Am Em Am
Electronic data GC

"What A Piece Of Work Is Man"

What A Piece Of Work Is Man GCG

How noble in reason GCG
How infinite in faculties GCG
In form and moving CF
How express and admirable. CG
In action, how like an angel GCG
In apprehension how like a god CFCG
The beauty of the world GCG
The paragon of animals GCG

I have of late G
but wherefore I know not Am D7
lost all my mirth. G
This goodly frame G
The earth G7
seems to me a sterile promontory CG

This most excellent canopy G Em

The air-- Look you! AD
This brave o'erhanging firmament D7 G
This majestical roof Bm
Fretted with golden fire. C
Why it appears no other thing to me G Am
Than a foul and pestilent congregation D11
of vapors. G

What A Piece Of Work Is Man GCG

How noble in reason GCG

(Broadway cast reprises "Walking In Space" immediately after "What A Piece

Of Work Is Man". I do not arrange the reprise here.)

"Exanaplanetooch" (1969 script, not arranged)

"Dead End" (1969 script, not arranged)

"Sheila Franklin" (1969 script, not arranged)

"Claudine Hooper Bukowski" (1969 script, not arranged)

"Good Morning Starshine"

Good Morning Starshine (G) CDC

The earth says "hello" DCD
You twinkle above us CDCD
We twinkle below. C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine CDC

You lead us along DCD
My love and me as we sing C B7 Em G7 C
Our early morning singin' song A7 D7 G

(middle eight)
Gliddy glub gloopy; Nibby nabby noopy G
La la la lo lo... Am7 D7 Am7 D7
Sabba sibby sabba; Nooby abba nabba Am7 D7; Am7 D7
Le le lo lo... G G7
Tooby ooby walla; Nooby abba nabba C B7; Em Am7
Early morning singin' song. G D7 G

Good Morning Starshine (G) CDC

The earth says "hello" DCD
You twinkle above us CDCD
We twinkle below. C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine CDC

You lead us along DCD
My love and me as we sing C B7 Em G7 C
Our early morning singin' song A7 D7 G

(repeat middle eight)

Singin' a song, humming a song G

Singing a song... Am7 D7 Am7 D7
Loving a song, laughing a song Am7 D7 Am7 D7
Singing a song... G G7
Sing the song; Song the sing C B7; Em7 Am7
Song song song sing G Am
Sing sing sing sing song D7 G
Song song song sing G Am
Sing sing sing sing song D7 G

(extra verses, London 1993)

Good Morning Starshine (G) CDC
The universe rings DCD
With Milky Way music CDCD
Our blue planet sings. C D G D7
Good Morning Starshine CDC
And someday so strong DCD
They'll hear the song we sang C B7 Em G7 C
Our early morning singin' song A7 D7 G

"The Bed" (not arranged)

"The Flesh Failures/Let The Sunshine In"

We starve; look; at one another, short of breath Bm

walking proudly in our winter coats A
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation Bm D
Of moving paper fantasy Bm F#7
Listening for the new told lies Bm
With supreme visions of lonely tunes GD

Somewhere Bm
inside something there is a rush of
greatness
Who knows what stands in front of A
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space Bm D
Silence tells me secretly Bm F#7
Everything; Everything... F#7 Bm; G D

Manchester England, England Bm

Manchester England, England Bm
Across the Atlantic Sea... Bm
And I'm a genius genius, Em
I believe in God Gb-E-Gb, Gb-E-Gb
And I believe that God Gb-E-Gb
Believes in Claude Gb-E-Gb
That's me, that's me... that's me... Bm
..The rest is silence...the rest is silence.. Bm

We starve; look; at one another, short of breath Bm

walking proudly in our winter coats A
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation Bm D
Of moving paper fantasy Bm F#7
Listening for the new told lies Bm
With supreme visions of lonely tunes GD

Singing; our space songs on a spider web sitar Bm

Life is around you and in you A
Answer for Timothy Leary, Dearie Bm D

Let the sunshine Bm F#

Let the sunshine in Bm
The sunshine in... G D

(repeat five times, or as desired)

(I transposed this from Cm to Bm because it sounded better and was
easier to play.)