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Chippy

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
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Chords: Dm7-Am7-Abm-G-F#-Em7 They call him Chippy: Reminds me of Mr. Whippy. It's so trippy, When he gets snippy That this lazy hippie Thinks he'll beat the Nats. He says bread and butter, But some of us still mutter If he'll beam and stutter 'Stead of fixing up the land. Wouldn't it be grand If he'd take a stand And tax rich folks land, While giving poor ones a hand? They call him Chippy, And this trippy hippie Thinks he could be grand. Amanda Riddell February 2023

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