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!