Hey, Mike! (The Yankee Roommate Song)
Chris Brock, November 2004

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(Intro)
G Cadd9 x7
D Cadd9 G

(Verse 1)
G                Cadd9     G           Cadd9                  
I live with this guy, he's got a funny voice.
       G              Cadd9          G            Cadd9 
He's a Yankee like no other man, and if I had the choice,
      G                  Cadd9      G                   Cadd9       
I'd-a raised him down in Texas, and not in Springfield, Mass.
    G                 Cadd9              D           Cadd9  G
And taught him how to talk with out that stick stuck up his ass.

(Chorus 1)
Em             D     (N/C)
Hey Mike, say "Hotdog".... "Weiner"
Em             D                 N/C)
Hey Mike, say "Funnel Cake".... "Fried Dough"
Em             D          (N/C)
Hey Mike, say "Coke".... "It's called soda!"
      Cadd9                        D         G
Man I swear this guy talks like an alcoholic Yoda.

(Repeat Intro chords)

(Verse 2)
Now my blood is red, but that Yankee's runs blue.
He puts on his sneakers, and I tie my tennis shoes.
To flag down the ice cream man, you know it can be hard
With this fool runnin' out the house, screaming "Stop the ding-dong cart!"

(Chorus 2)
Hey Mike, say "Pasta".... "Noodles"
Hey Mike, say "Y'all".... "You's guys"
Hey Mike, say "Yonder"... "O'er dere!"
You know this guy's goofy, look at how he cuts his hair.

(Repeat Intro chords X2 w/ solos as fit)

(Verse 3)
The moral of my story, is sad but it's true.
You gotta stop them Yankee's from talking to you.
They come from the North, raise Hell in the South.
Next time he talks, I'm gonna punch him in the mouth.


(Tag)
G   D    G  D  
Go home, go home
G  D              Cadd9         G
Go home, you damn Yankee, go home.
G  D    (N/C)            G  D    (N/C)    
Go home (he's a Yankee), go home (a f*ckin' Yankee)
G  D              Cadd9      G 
Go home, you damn Yankee, go home.

(Repeat Intro chords)