C Bb Gm F


[Verse 1]
Am                      Bb
I love hanging out with Grandpa
             Gm                F
Listening to stories about the war
   C                          Gm
We drink lemonade, and laugh away the day
        Bb             F
So many memories to explore
Am              Bb
I cherish every moment
    Gm                         F
Cos one day he'll be gone I suppose
        C                   Gm
I spend time with him today why I hear you say
      Bb                                    Am      Bb Gm F
Cos I know that when he's gone I'll get his clothes


[Verse 2]
Am                   Bb
He's got this wicked jacket
          Gm             F
With cool pockets on the chest
C                  Gm
I'll get it for my own
         Bb              F
When his body is laid to rest
Am                            Bb
I'll turn his war medals into badges
    Gm               F
And sell them at the market
C                       Gm
You've lived for ninety years
        Bb           F
Grandpa hurry up and cark it


[Chorus]
            C           Bb
I'll be the King of the Hipsters
           Gm        F
Wearing a dead man's clothes
            C           Bb
I'll be the King of the Hipsters
          Gm              F
When that old man finally goes


[Verse 3]
Am                    Bb
Take your new vintage clothing
          Gm                     F
Ride your fixie bike straight to hell
C                         Gm
You'll marvel at my Penny Farthing
       Bb             F
And my ironic old man smell
Am                      Bb
It's a constant fashion struggle
        Gm              F
Keeping up with hipster taste
C                       Gm
If I don't inherit them now
    Bb              F
His death will be a waste


[Bridge]
Dm
When he's finally deceased
           Am
He'll have no objection
      Bb
I can piss away
              F
His treasured wine collection
Dm
I'll wear his spectacles
          Am
I'll have no pretenses
    Bb
But so that I can see
          F
I'll take out the lenses
Dm                          Am
All the hipster chicks will fall for me
         Bb                         F
Once his ashes have been scattered across the sea
         Dm                  Am
It would be a great shame to watch him burn
          Bb                            C
But I can make a fancy crown out of the urn


[Chorus]
F                   C           Bb
A crown fit for the King of the Hipsters
              Gm                   F
I'll wear his gramophone around my neck
            C           Bb
I'll be the King of the Hipsters
             Gm                         F
I'll use his chess board as a turntable deck

            C           Bb
I'll be the King of the Fuckwits
              Dm             F
I'll wear his underwear as a tie
            C           Bb
I'll be the King of the Dickheads
   Gm                           F
So Grandpa please hurry up and die