'Andys Chest' by Lou Reed - Guitar Tutorial

            Artist - Lou Reed
Song - Andy's Chest
Album - Transformer (?)
Tabbed by - Another Guitarist (neo@x5g.com)

	E
        If I could be anything
	A
        in the world that flew
	E
        I would be a bat and come
	A
        swooping after you
	E
        And if the last time you were here
	A
        things were a bit askew


	          F           C            G
        Well, you know what happens after dark
                  F                   C               G
        When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts
             F            C                 G
        And all the missionaries lose their bark
	D                      G            A
        Oh, all the trees are calling after you
	D                  G            A
        And all the venom snipers after you
	D                     G            A
        Are all the mountains boulder after you

 Same chords played harder ...  ;-)

        If I could be any one
        of the things in this world that bite
        Instead of a dentured ocelot on a leash
        I'd rather be a kite
        Be tied to the end of your string
        flying in the air at night

        'Cause you know what they say about honey bears
        When you shave off all their baby hair
        You have a hairy minded pink bare bear

        And all the bells are rolling out for you
        And all the stones are erupting out for you
        And all the cheap luck suckers are flying after you

        Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff
        were grooving on the street
        And just like in a movie
        her hands became her feet
        Her belly button was her mouth
        which meant she tasted what she'd speak

        But the funny thing is what happened to her nose
        It grew until it reached all of her toes
        Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose

        And all the curtains laced with diamonds for you
        And all the Roman noblemen for you
        And kingdom's Christian sailors, dear for you
        And melting ice cap mountain tops for you
        And knights in flaming silver robes for you
        And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you
        Swoop, swoop, rock, rock
        Roll, roll, swoop, swoop
        Rock, rock, roll, roll