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[Verse 1]
F#m                              E 
Inside every teenage girl there's a fountain 
F#m                              E 
Inside every young pair of pants there's a mountain 
Bm                               E                         A                       F#m 
Inside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bed 
Bm                               E                         A                       F#m                E E 
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead 

[Chorus 1]
Bm                            F#                           A                        A 
I make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myself 
Bm                            F#                           A                        A 
I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself 
Bm                            F#                           E                        E 
I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself 
A                             F#                          (Bm) 
Yeah, and pretend I'm walking home 

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[Verse 2]
F#m                              E 
I took it so bad, I sat in the correction room 
F#m                              E 
Took me a fag, and a kick in the moon 
Bm                               E                          A                       F#m 
Well, I ain't gonna suck no radar wing because inside this tin is tin 
Bm                               E                          A                       F#m                E E
Would you like to techno-plate 'cause I'm your candidate, oh yeah 

[Chorus 2]
Bm                            F#                           A                        A 
It's a matter of life, And the way you walk, you've got a BrylCream queen 
Bm                            F#                           A                        A 
It's a matter of tact , In the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean 
Bm                            F#                           E                        E 
A matter of fact , That a cock ain't a cock on a twelve inch screen 
A                             F#                          (Bm) 
So I'll pretend I'm walking home 

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
F#m                              E 
You don't have to scream a lot to keep an age in tune 
F#m                              E 
You don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoons 
Bm                               E                          A                       F#m
You don't have to paint my contact black, Now I've hustled a pair of jeans 
Bm                               E                          A                       F#m                E E 
Do I have to give your money back when I'm the Fuhrerling? 

[Chorus 3]
Bm                            F#                           A                        A 
I'll make you a deal, I'll say I came from Earth and my tongue is taped 
Bm                            F#                           A                        A 
I'll make you a deal, You can get your kicks on the candidate 
Bm                            F#                           E                        E 
I'll make you a deal, For your future's sake, I'm the candidate 
A                             F#                          (Bm) 
Lets pretend we're walking home 

[Outro]
Bm                            Bm                           E                        A 
Uh-huh, uhhh 
Bm                            Bm                           E                        A
I'm the candidate 
Bm                            Bm                           E                        A
Make way for the candidate 
Bm                            Bm                           E                        A
Vote now for the candidate