A Major Chord (feat. Anna Uzele)

New York is a major chord. A major chord's when everything in your life works out perfectly. One is music, two is money, and three is love

Lift up that note

Lift up that blue note

Let's play a major chord

You sound so sad

Don't play that sad note

Let's play a major chord

When you play a minor third

It makes me wanna cry my eyes out

I get caught up and depressed

And I'm a mess until

My memory dries out

So be a pal

Leave out that bad note

Make it a gift to the Lord

Hallelujiah He'll say

When the band begins to play

That major chord

It's too chromatic

Don't get dramatic

The chord I'm singing of

It's music, money, love!

Don't play a flat note

Don't lead with that note

Lay down a phat beat

Lift up those flat feat

Let's play a major chord!

While you wonder where to go

You could be doing, not debating

Take a chance, you never know

If you are open to it

Love may be waiting

Okay, I'll play along! How do I get my major chord?

You got number one: music!

And when you got the music right, bam! The money follows!

That's number two! All that's left, number three: love...

The hardest of all

So, look at me

No, look at me

I strike the right note

I strike the right note

I'm chairman of the board

The people shout "Hurray!"

When I begin to play

That major

Not minor

Whoa!

Augmented

Suspended

Diminished

We're finished!

Give me that

Major

Major

Music

Money

Sex!

Love!

Chord!