Intro
C Bb Gm F
verse 1
Am Bb
I love hanging out with Grandpa
Gm F
Listening to stories about the war
C Gm
We drink lemonade, and laugh away the day
Bb F
So many memories to explore
Am Bb
I cherish every moment
Gm F
Cos one day he'll be gone I suppose
C Gm
I spend time with him today why I hear you say
Bb Am Bb Gm F
Cos I know that when he's gone I'll get his clothes
verse 2
Am Bb
He's got this wicked jacket
Gm F
With cool pockets on the chest
C Gm
I'll get it for my own
Bb F
When his body is laid to rest
Am Bb
I'll turn his war medals into badges
Gm F
And sell them at the market
C Gm
You've lived for ninety years
Bb F
Grandpa hurry up and cark it
C Bb
I'll be the King of the Hipsters
Gm F
Wearing a dead man's clothes
C Bb
I'll be the King of the Hipsters
Gm F
When that old man finally goes
verse 3
Am Bb
Take your new vintage clothing
Gm F
Ride your fixie bike straight to hell
C Gm
You'll marvel at my Penny Farthing
Bb F
And my ironic old man smell
Am Bb
It's a constant fashion struggle
Gm F
Keeping up with hipster taste
C Gm
If I don't inherit them now
Bb F
His death will be a waste
Bridge
Dm
When he's finally deceased
Am
He'll have no objection
Bb
I can piss away
F
His treasured wine collection
Dm
I'll wear his spectacles
Am
I'll have no pretenses
Bb
But so that I can see
F
I'll take out the lenses
Dm Am
All the hipster chicks will fall for me
Bb F
Once his ashes have been scattered across the sea
Dm Am
It would be a great shame to watch him burn
Bb C
But I can make a fancy crown out of the urn
F C Bb
A crown fit for the King of the Hipsters
Gm F
I'll wear his gramophone around my neck
C Bb
I'll be the King of the Hipsters
Gm F
I'll use his chess board as a turntable deck
C Bb
I'll be the King of the Fuckwits
Dm F
I'll wear his underwear as a tie
C Bb
I'll be the King of the Dickheads
Gm F
So Grandpa please hurry up and die