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3 Balloons

Stephen Lynch
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D-DU-UDU
I  call you from my car to say I'll  be there in a while
 A short  plane ride and I will get to see  your pretty smile
 There's nothing  on the radio, I fiddle  with the dial
 And then  I see a sign; the airport's just  another mile
 I check  my bags and think  about how much  I hate to fly
 And as  I near security,  I almost  start to cry...
 Well, I hope  the Law Enforcement  Agents can't  tell from my face
 I got three  balloons of coke  in an uncomfortable  place
 I'm sweating  and I'm nervous,  and I need  a little air
 'Cause with four  balloons of heroine,  it's getting crowded  up in there...
Crowded  up in there...
 
 My mind  is all a-jumble and my blood  is cold as ice
 I dread  the thought of having to unload  this merchandise
 "Relax",  I think, "It's not so bad; it might  feel kind of nice"
 "Besides,  who hasn't had a finger up  there maybe once or twice?"
 I must  remember, don't  leave any drugs  inside the host
 I did  that once and a girl  who tossed my salad  overdosed
 Well, I say  a little prayer,  "Hail Maria  Full of Grace!"
 I got three  balloons of coke  in an uncomfortable  place
 I'm sweating  and I'm nervous,  and I need  a little air
 And I swear  I’m farting lines  of blow into  my underwear...
From  the darriere...

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Readable chord sheet for 3 Balloons by Stephen Lynch

[Bm]I call you from my car to say I'l[G]l be there in a while
A sh[D]ort plane ride and I will get to s[A]ee your pretty smile  [Asus2]
There's n[Bm]othing on the radio, I f[G]iddle with the dial
And th[D]en I see a sign; the airport's j[A]ust another mile  [Asus2]

I ch[Bm]eck my bags and th[G]ink about how m[D]uch I hate to f[A]ly
And [Bm]as I near sec[G]urity, I a[D]lmost start to c[A]ry...

Well, I h[D]ope the Law Enf[G]orcement Agents c[A]an't tell from my face
I got thr[D]ee balloons of c[G]oke in an unc[A]omfortable place [Asus2]
I'm sw[D]eating and I'm n[G]ervous, and I n[A]eed a little air
'Cause with f[D]our balloons of h[G]eroine, it's getting cr[A]owded up in there...[Asus4]
[A]Crowded up in th[D]ere...

    [D]         [D/F]       [Gsus2]     [Asus4]  [A]

My m[Bm]ind is all a-jumble and my bl[G]ood is cold as ice
I dr[D]ead the thought of having to unl[A]oad this merchandise
"Rel[Bm]ax", I think, "It's not so bad; it m[G]ight feel kind of nice"
"Bes[D]ides, who hasn't had a finger [A]up there maybe once or twice?"

I m[Bm]ust remember, d[G]on't leave any dr[D]ugs inside the h[A]ost
I d[Bm]id that once and a g[G]irl who tossed my s[D]alad overd[A]osed

Well, I s[D]ay a little pr[G]ayer, "Hail Mar[A]ia Full of Grace!"
I got thr[D]ee balloons of c[G]oke in an unc[A]omfortable place
I'm sw[D]eating and I'm n[G]ervous, and I n[A]eed a little air
And I sw[D]ear I’m farting l[G]ines of blow int[A]o my underwear... [Asus4]
[A]From the darrie[D]re...

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