Watsky - Sloppy Seconds
Rhythm-wise, many of the sections play the chords on the off-beats, which may be a bit tricky at first until
you get the hang of it; listen to the song to figure out where this happens and play along to get used to it.
Also, it may be easier to play of you put a capo on the 2nd fret and transpose this down 2 semitones (from
written as A major to written as G major).
Aside from that, enjoy. :)
[Intro]
F#m A D
[Verse 1]
F#m
Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job
A
Love you if you love a car for the road trips
D
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
C#m
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
F#m
‘Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
A
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
D
And when you woke up somebody was unclipping your seat belt
C#m
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car
[Chorus 1]
F#m
Cold pizza
A
Tie-dye shirts
D
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m
Hand-me-downs
A
Give me give me leftovers
D
Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
[Verse 2]
D
Show me somebody who says they got no baggage
I’ll show you somebody who’s got no story
F#m
Nothing gory means no glory
A E D
But baby please don’t bore me
We won’t know until we get there
The who or the what or the when, where
F#m A
My favourite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
E D
And I promised that I would rock it ‘til it’s threadbare
Bet on it
Every single person’s got a couple skeletons
F#m
So pretty soon in this room
A
It’ll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
E
Me and you and the elements
D
We all have our pitfalls
Beer’s flat, the cabs have been called
F#m
And everybody and their momma can hear the drama
E
That’s happening behind these thin walls
[Chorus 2]
F#m
Cold pizza
A D
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
D
Leftovers (leftovers)
Sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
F#m A
I don’t care (cold pizza)
D
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Verse 3]
D
My pattern with women isn’t a flattering image
But I don’t want to run away because I said so
F#m
I don’t want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
E
And I’ll be giving you the side of me that I don’t let show
D
Everything in fashion that has ever happened
Always coming crashing down; better let go
F#m
But in a couple years it will be retro
E
You rock Marc Ecko, my shirts have the gecko
D
‘Cause in the past man, I was hopeless
But now’s when my little cousins look the dopest
F#m
(Whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion po-po
A E D
Have a stale doughnut, I don’t need no tips
Fuck a five second rule
That’s a plan I never understood
F#m
It’s September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
E
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
F#m A D C#m
And there is not a single place that I would rather be
F#m A D C#m
I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me
[Chorus 3]
F#m A
Cold pizza (cold pizza)
D
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
(A) D
Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
(D)
Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
F#m A
I don’t care (cold pizza)
D
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Outro]
F#m A D
