Bad Touch tab with lyrics by Stroke 9 - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

Stroke 9 – Bad Touch tab

This is Stroke 9's acoustic cover of "The Bad Touch," originally by The Bloodhound Gang. 
This is my first tab, so it might not be perfect.  Feel free to contact me if you have 
corrections - snapdragon1@hotmail.com

The Bad Touch - Stroke 9

Intro: C#m Badd4 B A|--------------4--------------0--------------------------------------------||----------5-----6----------------------7--------------------------5-------||-----6------6----------4-------4---------8--------8---------6-------6-----||---6---6-------------4---4-------4---------9----9---9-----7---7-------7---||-4-----------------2-------2--------------------------------------------7-||-------------------------------------7--------7--------5------------------|
Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought You and me do the kinds of things only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants, I bet you’ll feel nuts Yeah I’m Siskel, yes I’m Ebert, and you’re getting two thumbs up You’ve had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you’re out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered like my waffle house hash browns Come quicker than Fed-Ex, never reach an apex, Coca-Cola stock You are inclined to make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time
Chorus:|-------------------||---5---4-----------||---6---4---8---6---||---6---4---9---7---||---4---2---9---7---||-----------7---5---|You and me baby aint nothin’ but mammalsSo let’s do it like they do on the Discovery ChannelYou and me baby aint nothin’ but mammalsSo let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Post-Chorus Riff: (x2) C#m Badd4 B A|--4---4-4--5-4-4-5-4-|--4---4-4--5-4-4-5-4-|--7--4---4-4--5-4-4-5-4-|--5--||---------------------|---------------------|------------------------|--5--||---------------------|---------------------|------------------------|--6--||---------------------|---------------------|------------------------|--7--||---------------------|---------------------|------------------------|--7--||---------------------|---------------------|------------------------|--5--|
Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna go down in your south seas But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean meets small craft advisories So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide, B-5, you sunk my battleship Please turn me on, I’m Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip So show me yours, I’ll show you mine, tool time, you'll Lovett just like Lyle We can do it doggy-style so we can both watch X-Files Chorus Get horny now Post-Chorus Riff (x3) Chorus
Please rate this tab:
x1.0