Jack White - That Black Bat Licorice: Ukulele Chords

        E                            G
Yeah, she's built for speed like a black 3
           A    B
castrum doloris
 E                        G                    A  B
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace
           E                             G
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money,
        A   B
making jokes
     C              D         B
But baby, I won't joke with you

My feet are burnin' like a Roman hypocaust
But the Romans are gone, they changed their
name because they lost
She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic
Just a buncha' propaganda, make my fingers
histrionic;

       E G A B
Like this
       E G A B
And this

I mean, she's my baby
But she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumpin'
I got no time to make it up to her

I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement in prison
Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision

Chorus:
I spit it out
Whatever's in my mouth
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
Yeah

I wanna cut out my tongue and let ya'
hold onto it for me
'Cause without my skill to amplify my sounds
it might get boring
I've got the wit of the staircase with atomic
clock precision
And the phases of the moon directin' all of my
decisions like this

When I need to know, I play dumb like Columbo
And get my feelin's hurt and move to NY like
I'm Dumbo
Don't you want to lose the part of the brain
that has opinions?
To not even know what you are doing, or care
about yourself or your species in the billions

Chorus:
Yeah, I have to spit it out
Ah, whatever's in my mouth
Ah, I have to spit it out (behave yourself)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it,
I never will
Now state the same damn thing with the violin

Whatever you feed me
I'll feed you right back
But it will do no good