Bb
I was there to witness
Candice’s inner business,
Gm
She wants the boys to notice
Her rainbows and her ponies.
Bb
She was educated
But could not count to ten.
Gm
Now she got lots of different horses
By lots of different men.
Bb
And I say liberate your sons and daughters,
Gm7
The bush is hot
But in the hole there’s water.
Bb
You can get some when they give it,
Gm7 Eb F
Nothing’s sacred but it’s a living.
Chorus:
Bb
Hey, ho, here she go,
Gm7
Either a little too high or a little too low,
Ebmaj
Got no self-esteem and vertigo,
F
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy.
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too loud or a little too close,
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat,
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy.
Instrumental: Bb | Bb | Gm | Gm
Ring a ring of roses,
Whoever gets the closest,
She comes and she goes
As the war of the roses.
Mother was a victim,
Father beat the system
By moving bricks to Brixton
And learning how to fix them.
Liberate your sons and daughters,
The push is high
But in the hole there’s water.
Bb
As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law,
Gm7
And if it don’t feel good,
Eb F
What are you doing it for?
Now tell me.
Chorus:
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too high or a little too low,
Got no self-esteem and vertigo,
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy,
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too loud or a little too close,
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat,
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy.
Instrumental: Bb | Bb | Gm7 | Gm7
Bb
Liberate your sons and daughters,
Gm
The bush is high
But in the hole there’s water.
Bb
As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law,
Gm
And if it don’t feel good,
What are you doing it for,
Bb
What are you doing it for,
What are you doing it for,
Gm7
What are you doing it for,
What are you doing it for,
Bb
What are you doing it for,
What are you doing it for,
Gm7
What are you doing it for,
Eb F
What are you doing it for?
Chorus:
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too high or a little too low,
Got no self-esteem and vertigo,
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy.
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too loud or a little too close,
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat,
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy.
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too high or a little too low,
Got no self-esteem and vertigo,
’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy.
Hey, ho, here she go,
Either a little too loud or a little too close,
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat,
Cos she thinks she’s made of candy.
Instrumental: Bb | Bb | Bb | Bb
