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Here’s an easy-chord version of this song…
definitely not how Mraz plays it himself but it works,
especially if you’re trying to concentrate more on the lyrics

**♪ Capo 2**

Am7
I got the dynamo of volition, the po-pole position
utomatic transmission with lo-ow emissions
Am7
I’m a brand-new edition to the old edition
With the love unconditional.

Am7
And I’m a drama abolitionist
amn no opposition to my proposition.
F Am7
Half of a man, half magician, half a politician

Holding the mic like ammunition
nd my vision is as simple as light

*continue same chords until after chorus*

Ain’t no reason we should be in a fight
No demolition, get to vote, get to say what you like
Procreation, compositions already written by themselves
‘Heck’ is for the people not believin’ in ‘gosh’

CHORUS 1

Good job, get ‘em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get ‘em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring ‘em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You’re the best definition of good intention

I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling.
I guess the whole point of it all is that we never know really.
I’m tryin’ to keep with the Jones’, while waiting for Guns and the Roses
To finish what we all suppose is gonna be the shit that’s silly.

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Oh fists knocked, bumpin’ in wristlock, twistin’ up a Rizla
Kid Icirus on the transistor, Nintendo been givin’ me the blister
I bend over take it in the kisser
My best friends are hittin’ on my sister
Try to tell ‘em that they still a wisher
Cause she already got herself a mister
And, besides, that’s gross to wanna diss her
A-di-di-di-di-di-didn’t I say, didn’t I say…

CHORUS 2

Good job, get ‘em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get ‘em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring ‘em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You’re the best definition of good versus evil

Am7 Em
I do not keep up with statistics
F Am7
I do not sleep without a mistress
Em F Am7
I do not eat unless it’s fixed with some kind of sweet, like a licorice
My home is deep inside the mystics
I’m known to keep diggin’ on existence
I’m holdin’ in the heat like a fish stick
My phone it beeps because I missed it

I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling.
I’m making no sense of it all, say can I get a witness.
I’m only a boy in a story, just a hallucinatory
Trippin’ on nothing there is, living in the wilderness
With a tiger spot on my back, living life of a cat
I just wanna relax here and write another rap tune
Driving off on your blind man’s bike,
You can say just what you like but
Nothing can stop you…

Am7 Em F (x2)

CHORUS 3

Good job, get ‘em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get ‘em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring ‘em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best,
You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best

*CHORUS 1*

You’re the best definition of good intention
You’re the best definition of good intention
You’re the best around!