Map Of Tasmania

Am7 D Am7 D Am7 Oh. My. God. (Fuck it!) D Am7 Oh. My. God! (Fuck it!) D Am7 They don’t play the song on the radio D They don’t show the tits on the video Am7 They don’t know that we are the media D They don’t know that we start the mania Am7 Your Eyes don’t want to see what I’m making you D Your ass is off its seat and I’m shaking you Am7 Walking down the street I’m the lady – ah - D Showing off my Map of Tasmania! Am7 Oh. My. God. (Fuck it!) D Showin' off my Map of Tasmania! Am7 Oh. My. God! (Fuck it!) D Showin' off my Map of Tasmania! Am7 Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle D Some girls want no shape and they shave it all Am7 That’s so whack, it hurts with the stubble D Walking ’round and look like an eight-year-old Am7 I say grow that shit like a jungle D Give ‘em something strong to hold onto Am7 Let it fly in the open wind D If it get too bushy, you can trim Am7 Oh. My. God. (Fuck it!) D Showin' off my Map of Tasmania! Am7 Oh. My. God! (Fuck it!) D Showin' off my Map of Tasmania! Am7 They don’t play the song on the radio D They don’t show the tits on the video Am7 They don’t know that we are the media D They don’t know that we start the mania Am7 You Eyes don’t want to see what I’m making you D Your ass is off its seat and I’m shaking you Am7 Walking down the street I’m the lady – ah - D Showing off my Map of Tasmaniaaaa!