Outrageous Teclado

	  Outrageous 
Words and Music by: Paul Simon 
From the 2006 album, Surprise 

 

            A5                 Em/A                            D/A                       A 
It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor. 
      A5                            Em/A              D/A                       A 
Outrageous the crime some human beings must endure. 
                  A5                Em/A              D/A                       A 
It's a blessing to wash your face in summer solstice rain 
            A5                            Em/A        D/A                              A 
It's outrageous that a man like me stand here and complain. 


                     A5 
But I'm tired 
  Em/A                  A 
900 sit-ups a day. 
      A5                          Em/A                        D/A            A 
I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud, OK? 
      A5      Em/A  D/A                             A         
I'm tired, tired,   anybody care what I say?  NO! 
A5                                 Em/A                  D/A                 E/A 
Painting my hair the color of mud. 


Fsus2                                                                                 Fsus4 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
               Fsus2                                                                               Fsus4 
Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
Fsus2                                                                                 Fsus4 
Ah, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
F 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
Bb/F 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
F 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
Bb/F 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 


            A5                 Em/A                            D/A                       A 
It's outrageous the food they try to serve in the public school. 
      A5                                 Em/A                     D/A                              A 
Outrageous the way they talk to your like some kind of clinical fool 
                A5                Em/A                  D/A                  A 
It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love. 
            A5                       Em/A                           D/A                                   A 
It's outrageous, I can't stop thinking about the things I'm thinking of. 


    A5 
And I'm tired 
  Em/A                  A 
900 sit-ups a day. 
      A5                          Em/A                        D/A            A 
I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud, OK? 
      A5      Em/A  D/A                             A         
I'm tired, tired,   anybody care what I say?  NO! 
A5                                 Em/A                  D/A                 E/A 
Painting my hair the color of mud. 


Fsus2                                                                                 Fsus4 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
               Fsus2                                                                               Fsus4 
Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
       F 
Ah, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
Bb/F 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
F 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
Bb/F 

A5 - Em/A - D/A - A - A5 - Em/A - D/A - A 

Fsus2                                                                                 Fsus4 
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
               Fsus2                                                                               Fsus4     F 
Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
         C                                                                F 
God will, like he waters the flowers on the window sill. 

Take me, I'm an ordinary player in the key of C, 
                C                                                              F 
And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity 

Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? 
         C                                                                 F 
God will, like he waters the flowers on the window sill. 

Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?