FFS - Collaborations Dont Work

      intro/chorus

D                   F#m
Collaborations don't work
G                Gm          E
They don't work, they don't work
D                   F#m
Collaborations don't work
G                Gm          E
They don't work, they don't work
D                   F#m
Collaborations don't work
G                Gm          E
They don't work, they don't work

G            Gm          D   A
I'm gonna do it all by myse-elf
G            Gm          D   A
I'm gonna do it all by myself

x2

A                                     F
Mozart didn’t need a little hack to chart
A                                      F
Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning about art
G                                E
Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte
Am                   E
Wish I had been that smart
Am                   E
Wish I had been that smart

[Chorus]

D    C      A       Am

A
Collaborations don't work
You start off deferential
A
And strangely reverential
You both feel it's essential
C
Collaborations don't work
He's eyeing your new lover
C
Then one night you discover
Them underneath your covers

Am

A
Collaborations don't work
Delaying your vacations
A
To sundrenched island nations
To seek some affirmations
C
Collaborations don't work
A colon or a comma
C
And then a drawn-out drama
Bring in the Dalai Lama

C
Where is this damn thing a-goin'?
C                     F      C    G
Where is this going, someone tell me
F         C         G
Starlight, rub off on me
 F          C         G
Star bright, rub off on me
[x2]

D  E  C Eb
Dm Bm C Am

D         E       C       Eb
I don't need your patronizing
Dm        Bm      C      Am
I don't need your agonizing
D         E         C      Eb
I don't need your navel gazing
Dm        Bm      C          Am
I don't get your way of phrasing
D        E         C         Eb
I don't think you're really trying
Dm         Bm        C       Am
What, pray tell, are you implying?

Am    F  x2

Am                  F
I ain't no collaborator
Am               F
I am the partisan
G                                    E
Rebel in the rocks with dirty trousers, broken pistol in the hand
Am                  F
I ain't no collaborator
Am                  F
Hack my scalp if you think I am
G                             E
I am a sadistic young usurper, a hand on your neck
G                                    E
Hand on your lover, oh, give the man a hand
Am            E
I ain't no collaborator
A      m      E
I ain't no collaborator
F                E
I am the master, independent
F                        G
If I ever need a father, it won't be you, old man

(chorus)

outro

C Em Am
C G  Am