Intro:  
D  Bm  A  G 
D  Bm  A  G  Gm 

verse 
 
D        Bm              A         G 
Walking around, I've got no one to talk to 
D           Bm           A          G 
There's everyone, and then there's just me 
D          Bm                A              G 
If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it 
D        Bm            A          G 
God only knows why he cursed me to be 
  Gm 
a straight white male 

Bridge
 
Bm 
I state my problems 
      F#               G 
other people roll their eyes 
Bm 
Three trips to the mall 
         F#         G 
and zero khakis in my size 
Bm 
I've never been the victim 
      F#               G 
of a random search for drugs 
    D                 Bm 
But you can't say my life is easy 
 G                    A          D 
until you've walked a mile in my UGGs 



[Refrão]
G        A     D                G          A       D 
Straight white male, I know the road looks tough ahead 
F# 
The women want rights 
    Bm         G 
The gays want kids 
Gm 
Can't you just leave us alone? 
And also, no, to the things you asked for 

D  Bm  A  G 
D  Bm  A  G  Gm 

verse 2 
D          Bm             A       G 
Everyone thinks that I've got it easy 
D                Bm            A              G 
Just 'cause it's true, doesn't mean that it's right 
D             Bm        A              G 
So pull up a chair, and put down your pitchfork 
D          Bm                A          G 
Give me a chance to show you what it's like 
        Gm 
to be a straight white male 

Bridge 2
 
Bm  
The churches never made me 
     F#            G 
Feel ashamed of who I am 
Bm 
But I get e-mails from Netflix 
            F#              G 
that g-mail doesn't mark as spam 
Bm 
My country's Constitution was 
     F#            G 
hand-written by my race 
        D                 Bm 
But my wife bought me the brand new iPhone 
G       A            D 
with an iPod Touch's case (it doesn't fit that phone) 



[Refrão]
G        A     D                G          A       D 
Straight white male, I know the road looks tough ahead 
F# 
The women want rights 
    Bm          G 
The blacks want not to be called the blacks 
Gm 
Can't you just leave us alone? 
     F# 
And also, no, to the things you asked for 
Nooooooo 

G  F#  Bm (x6) 



[Refrão]
G         A    D                 G          A     D 
Straight white male, I know the road looks tough ahead 
    F# 
The women want rights 
     Bm           G 
The African-Ameri-it doesn't work for the rhythm of this song 
   Gm 
We used to have all the money and land 
We still do but it's not as fun now