HAiR: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical
lyrics by James Rado & Gerome Ragni
music by Galt MacDermot

FOLKSINGERS' GUITAR ARRANGEMENTS by Evan Cantor ([email protected])

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
([email protected]) 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			C D G

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius	F
The age of Aquarius				Am
Aquarius!  Aquarius!				Dmaj Am

Harmony and understanding		G C
Sympathy and trust abounding	G C
No more falsehoods or derisions	G C
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			C D G

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				C D G

We are the spirit of the age of Aquarius		F
The age of Aquarius					Am
Aquarius!  Aquarius!					Dmaj Am

Harmony and understanding		G C
Sympathy and trust abounding	G C
Angelic illumination			G C
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.			C F C

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.			C F C

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.			C F C

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.			C F C

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.			C F C
Looking for my Donna.			C F C

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!!		G C G


"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	  	G C D		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	  	G C D		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	D G A
The air, the air		G A
is everywhere			G D

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

Bless you, alcohol bloodstream	D G A
Save me, nicotine lung-steam	D G A
Incense, incense			G A
is in the air				G D

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			G A
At the stone of my tomb	  	A G
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	D G A
The air, the air		G A
is everywhere			G D

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! 	G A D
Deep, deep, d-deep-deep, (cough cough) 		D



"Initials" (special arrangement; not found on sheet music)

LBJ took the IRT				C F G C
down to 4th street USA			F G C
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		C F G
Banished forever to Hell		C F G
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;  		C F
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;  		C F
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;  		C F
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		C F G
It's like the Fourth of July		C F G
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		C F
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations	G F
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.				C G C

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.					C F C


"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			F G
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?	F G C
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	F G C
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!	F G C
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! 	F G C


"Frank Mills"

I met a boy named Frank Mills		C G
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		C G
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	E A
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	E A
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		E A
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 Dimension	Ab 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		C F
Happy Birthday to you, Yeah!	G C
Happy Bithday, Abie Baby		C F
Happy Birthday to you, BANG!	G C

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			G C
Black uniforms, bare feet, carbines		G C
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			C G D
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			C G D
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			C G D
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						G C



"What A Piece Of Work Is Man"

What A Piece Of Work Is Man	G C G
How noble in reason			G C G
How infinite in faculties		G C G
In form and moving			C F
How express and admirable.		C G
In action, how like an angel		G C G
In apprehension how like a god	C F C G
The beauty of the world		G C G
The paragon of animals		G C G

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	C G

This most excellent canopy		G Em
The air-- Look you!			A D
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	G C G
How noble in reason			G C G


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

Good Morning Starshine		C D C
You lead us along			D C D
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) 	C D C
The earth says "hello"		D C D
You twinkle above us			C D C D
We twinkle below.			C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine		C D C
You lead us along			D C D
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) 	C D C
The universe rings		D C D
With Milky Way music		C D C D
Our blue planet sings.	C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine		C D C
And someday so strong		D C D
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	G D

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	G D

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.)
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