'Salsa'
Performed by 311
Music by:  N. Hexum, T. Mahoney & C. Sexton
Lyrics by:  N. Hexum & D. Martinez
(c) 1994 Allegiance Music/Hydroponic Music BMI
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Verse A:
   N.C.
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6:-0-2-0-2-0-3-3-3-4-4-4-7\\-

Verse B:
   Ab5      F#5
1:-4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2-
2:-4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2-
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6:------------------

Pre-Chorus:
   N.C.
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2:-----------------------------
3:---3-------------------------
4:-3---3-1-----------------(2)-
5:---------4-4--3-4-3-2-1-1----
6:-----------------------------
   NOTE: (Last time only)

Chorus:
   N.C.
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2:-----------------
3:-----------------
4:---------------2-
5:-4-4-4-4-4-4-4---
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Lyrics/Song Structure:
---> Play Verse A over:
   We were born in the seventies
   The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
   We're filling taste great
   In the old school I was eight
   For the new school I was late
   But in high school I was debate
   I rate in the great state of California
   I'm warning ya
---> Play Verse B over:
   Me ne je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
      [Translation: I go to the beach because the puppet show is grand.]
   I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette
   I bet you're feelin famished for a 311 sandwich
   Not the wack Dj's that I'm (gonn)a damage
---> Play Verse A over:
   I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zooming
   And in my Continental you know that ***'s booming
   With the diamond in the back suicide doors
   You can look from here to eternity
   And never receive your morsel
   Another tale of ordinary madness
   The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
   All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
   Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
---> Play Pre-Chorus over:
   A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature 
   Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
   Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
   Madness becomes you even though your
   Livin' life it's hard to exist
---> Play Chorus over:
   When you're tempted by flesh you wanna bust through
   Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
   She bends and suspends and her ass
   Is a marvelous thing
   A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter
   Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
   And she won't hear applause
   Cuz your drunk and lost
   All light is gone
   Your arms spread like a cross
   And you're dreaming that the world will soon fall apart
---> Play Verse A over:
   Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
   Takes your dollar
   In the gutter without cigarettes
   Or wine you're hungover
   I was warned of your normal behavior and felt
   My life was too short to consider your wack self
---> Play Verse B over:
   It's like this when you dip down
   And you are boxin'
   Reeling against the ropes and you
   Face some young Mexican
   Your scr*ppin' your neck gets
   Snapped back your eyes have bled
   Your thinking' about a comeback
   But your takin' it to the head
---> Play Pre-Chorus over:
   You little bastard
   Better watch you back
   Cuz we're after
   Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it
   You're played out and small time
   And your show is over
   You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
---> Play Chorus over:
   And your older ho bag sceezer
   In her droopy saggy skin
   Who thought she was a model
   But in truth a never-has-been
   You're both fools, you and your cheap rooms too
   The cigar, biting your lips the way'd love you too
---> Play Chorus (x4)