Capo 5
Am F
One moonlight night in the bayou a silhouette
C G
The air was sweet and the fog was vi-o-let
Am F
The gators were all drinking tea, in a dreamy pantsless glee
C G
I saw a suspendered man, a banjo holstered in his hands.
Am F
He had biggest red suspenders I ever did see, golly gee that's what I've seen
C G
He flicked the brim of his hat, and this is what he said to me.
Am F
"Mister robot ah am The Suspender Man
C G
And dis banjo 'as shown me dah promised land.
Am F
Now ah play a song but in return, yoo put dat shiny coin right 'ere in mah urn.
C G
And ah play yoo sumfin fine. Mah music gonna blow yo mind!"
Am Dm
So I flicked my coin into his pot, I gotta admit it twasn't a lot
Am
Two cents and then his fingers wriggled,
G
he plucked those strings and belched a giggle.
Am
He tapped his foot, howled like a hound
Dm Am
Igniting up the unholy sound.
Am
And I ain't never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
Em7
never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
G Am
never, never, never, never, never, heard anything so great.
Am
Call the vendors.
F
Big Suspenders.
C G Am
That's what everybody wants to wear.
Am
They stretch to Nantucket.
F
Put them in a bucket
C G Am
And send them to the gnome trapped down the well
(Tug 'em with thumbs is ideal)
(While rollin' back on your heels)
Dm
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
Am
And just like that he stopped playing
F
My jaw dropped to the floor.
C
He cracked his neck and smiled at me, And said,
G
"Buddy, y'gotta pay for more!"
Am
But by then a crowd had swarmed the swamp,
F
tossin' coin in after coin.
Am Am
So he cleared his throat, and his fingers writhed,
F Am
and everyone shouted for Suspender Guy.
Am
Call the vendors
F
Big Suspenders
C G Am
That's what grandma wants for her birthday
Am
They're bright red and awesome
F
Even worn by opossums
C G Am
Nobody wants their pants to fall down
(Ma and Pappy want 'em too)
(Even the ghost of your Uncle Stu)
Am
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
MYKEHL, FRACSHURE DAT BAHNJOE
Am, F, C, G x4
Am
All the children sing and dance
F
Those banjo sounds instill a trance
Am
By 4 AM the press what hot
G
Suspender Man on the front page spot
Am
Suspenders were in and spats were out
F
The girls all suffered from fainting bouts
Am
The banjos flew off the shelves
F C
Sprouting wings with dreams
G Am
of being played by Suspender Man.
Am
But in the middle of February
F
the fog turned a crimson red
C
The Suspender Man disappeared,
G Am
everyone was heels over head
Am
But we found his suspenders and that old banjo
F
sittin' right here on his log
Am
And though he's gone,
Am
that's what he gets
G Am
for selling his soul to the bog
Am
Big Suspenders
F
Put them in a blender
C G Am
Three bat teeth and a blackened gypsy eye
Am
Bring it to a boil
F
Release your mortal coil
C G Am
Out pops a belt to wear for you and me-
Am G Am
Nobody wants their pants to fall down-
Am G Am
You could wear a dress and then...you'd have no need
(The alligators had it right)
(Wearing pants it sure does bite)
Dm
(Yeah)
Am
He played the two cent show
