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Just listen to the song to get the funky-reggae rhythm.
Intro : D C G G
Verse : D C G G
For the brand new direction on the compass rose
Try following the path of the yellow brick
Cross the zebra track down on Abbey Road
And you be there in just a little bit
It's where the hi-fi's bumping through the free wi-fi
Where the up said it's rock we're stayin' alive
Where I'll be passing out the free high-fives
Like a doctor I'm distributing the medical kind
G
Come on!
Decide if you want to get
Am
Get yourself inspired
D C G G
You're invited, whoa
To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
You come alive in, whoa
And leave your troubles at the door
verse 2 : D C Bb C
You know when our time band is messing with the evil
Inside here see everybody's equal
Everybody's type with everybody's people
Even generators run on biodiesel
Super green is the way we like it
Yea we like the ladies who ride like nice
Up on their bicycles with ice popsicles
For five nickels I can get us on the tunnel of love
G
Romancing is a side effect
Am
Slow dancing here will make you sweat
G
Raise your hand if you wanna get
Am
Get yourself delighted
D C G G
You're invited, whoa
To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
You're gonna like it, whoa
Leave your troubles at the door, whoa
You come alive in, whoa
Bb Bb Bb
In San Disco Reggaefornia fornia fornia¦
verse 3 : D C G G
Make it one of those days
Can you feel the Party?
With parents gone we'll turn the home
Upside down like a Gravitron
What law we gonna break if they catch us getting naughty?
Turn off the phone with the records on
Dancing makes the people feel united
D-D-D-D-dancing makes the people feel united
D C G G
So take a good look and try for a moment
If you tried and you like it show the world that you're belonging on it
Only those with open hearts and minds
Will get a pass on the fast track cash list line
But uh, don't be laughing at whoever's behind
Because everybody's happy on their own damn time
And everybody's craft be uniquely defined
Just as everybody's ass be free and divine
G
There couldn't possibly be a brighter sign
Am
For all to understand and to give a damn
G
All you gotta do is keep the microphone stuck in your hand
Am
And bring the bucket to the sand
D C G G
You're invited, whoa
To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
You come alive in, whoa
And leave your troubles at the door, whoa
Yea you're invited, whoa
To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
You come alive in, whoa
And leave your troubles at the door, whoa
Brass End Riff
D-D-D-D-dancing makes the people feel united
D-D-D-D-dancing makes the people feel united
D-D-D-D-dancing makes the people feel united
D-D-D-D-dancing makes the people feel united
Brass End Riff
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B |- - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - |
G |- - - - - - - --- 5 7/9 7 5 - - - - |
D |- - - - 3 5/7 5 - - - - - - -7 5 7-|
A |- 5 5 - - - - - - - --- - - - - - - - |
E |- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - --|
Written by Jason Mraz/Andreas Olsson/Sacha Skarbek/Martin Terefe/Nikolaj Torplarsen