Tone: [B]
Verse 1:
[B]We were writing this [B]album
My [Em]manager called and said: "w[Em]"we need a hit".
He said: "your [E]music's not current eno[B]enough for the kids,
so write a d[E]death metal song". We said: "Heck [B]yeah you got it!"
[B]So I got out my be[B]beach ball,
my Haw[Em]Hawaiian shirt with little coco[Em]coconuts on the sleeves
and wr[E]wrote this brutal jam while the t[B]tall palm trees
beg[E]began to sway gently in the [Gb7]island breeze. [E]
Chorus 1:
Death metal, the m[B]metal of death.
Better d[A]drink that margarita before y[E]your last breath. [E]
The taste of Satan from our r[B]rock armada,
An umbr[A]umbrella of evil in your p[Gb]piña colada. [E]
Death metal, p[B]put on your leis.
Surfin' wa[A]waves as your rotting mortal s[E]soul decays.
Lay b[E]back in the sand and drift sl[B]slowly away,
and re[E]renounce your God's existence at the s[Gb]seafood buffet. [B]
Verse 2:
Our manager called us [B]back and said:
Spoken: "Hey guys, it's your
manager Brent. This definitely isn't death metal.
It sounds more like Jimmy Buffet"
We l[E]laughed at the way he's always j[B]joking around
and then we t[E]tuned our ukuleles to g[B]get that dark sound. [B]
We were in the metal festi[B]festival that night
To [Em]play with some bands, it as s[Em]such a great list.
Like D[E]Demigod Slut and C[B]Chasm of filth
and M[E]Maggot Desecration And G[B]Graves of Piss.
Steel drum Solo:
[B]Spoken: "Steel dr[B]um Solo! D[Em]efile me with[Em] that
sax! E[E]asy on those coconut s[B]hrimp, Jerry!" [E] [B]
Chorus 2:
[E]Death metal, the [B]metal of death.
Tanning [A]lotion on Corpse, he needs a [E]high SPF.
Playing [E]frisbee all day, you'll be runn[B]running like a cheetah.
[Gb]Sacrificing goats with a sweet señor[Gb7]señorita. [E]
Death metal, c[B]choke on our sxxx
Thanks for j[A]joining us today for all our t[E]tropical fun
I have to [E]say this vile [B]concert went well
Now [Gb]suck this music tribute to our [Gb7]dark lord in hell!
-death metal noises-
Spoken: "What the heck was that?"