16.12.11

Lady Gaga - Telephone - Ukulele Chords


Due to popular demand, I'm putting up chords for a Lady Gaga song on ukulele! Telephone!

Enjoy


TELEPHONE - LADY GAGA, for UKULELE


Em
Hello, hello, baby
                        G
You called, I cant hear a thing.

A
I have got no service
         Em
in the club, you see, see
Em

Wha-Wha-What did you say?
                        G
Oh, youre breaking up on me


A
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
      Em
Im kinda busy.
Em
K-kinda busy
G
K-kinda busy
A                                                     Em
Sorry, I cannot hear you, Im kinda busy.


Em
Just a second,
                                  G
its my favourite song theyre gonna play
        A
And I cannot text you with
            Em
a drink in my hand, eh


Em
You shoulda made some plans with me,
             G
you knew that I was free.
           A
And now you wont stop calling me;
        Em
 Im kinda busy.


Em
Stop callin, stop callin,
G
I dont wanna think anymore!
A                                        Em
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Em
Stop callin, stop callin,
G
I dont wanna talk anymore!
A                                       Em
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.


Em                                             G
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me!

A                                               Em
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Im busy!

Em                                             G
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me!

A                                               Em
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh


Em
Can call all you want,
but theres no one home,
                       G
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!
A
Out in the club,
and Im sippin that bub,
                   Em
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!


Em
Call when you want,
but theres no one home,
                        G
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!
A
Out in the club,
and Im sippin that bub,
                    Em
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!


[Beyonce section]

Em
Boy, the way you blowin up my phone
          G
wont make me leave no faster.

A
Put my coat on faster,
Em
leave my girls no faster.

Em
I shoulda left my phone at home,
              G
cause this is a disaster!

A
Callin like a collector
Em
sorry, I cannot answer!


Em
Not that I dont like you,
               G
Im just at a party.
        A
And I am sick and tired
           Em
of my phone r-ringing.
Em
Sometimes I feel like
              G
I live in Grand Central Station.


A
Tonight Im not takin no calls,
          Em
cause Ill be dancin.
Em
Cause Ill be dancin
           G
Cause Ill be dancin


     A                                                               Em
Tonight Im not takin no calls, cause Ill be dancin!


Em
Stop callin, stop callin,
G
I dont wanna think anymore!
A                                        Em
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Em
Stop callin, stop callin,
G
I dont wanna talk anymore!
A                                       Em
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Em
Stop callin, stop callin,
G
I dont wanna think anymore!
A                                       Em
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Em
Stop callin, stop callin,
G
I dont wanna talk anymore!
A                                       Em
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.


Em                                              G
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me!

A                                               Em
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Im busy!

Em                                             G
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me!

A                                               Em
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh


Em
Can call all you want,
but theres no one home,
                      G
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!

A
Out in the club,
and Im sippin that bub,
                    Em
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!

Em
Call when you want,
but theres no one home,
                      G
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!

A
Out in the club,
and Im sippin that bub,
                       Em
and youre not gonna reach my Telephone!

(Lyrics provided strictly for educational purposes only)

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