No, your [G]mom don't get it And your [Bm]dad don't get it Uncle [D]John don't get it [F#m]
And you [G]can't tell grandma 'Cause her [Bm]heart can't take it And she [D]might not make it [F#m]
They say, [G]"Don't dare, don't you even [Bm]go there"
"Cutting off your [D]long hair" "You do as you're [F#m]told"
Tell you, " [G]Wake up, go put on your [Bm]makeup"
"This is just a [D]phase you're gonna out [F#m]grow"
There's something [G]wrong in the vil [Bm]lage In the vil [D]lage, [F#m]oh
They [G]stare in the vil [Bm]lage In the vil [D]lage, [F#m]oh
There's [G]nothing wrong with [Bm]you It's [D]true, it's [F#m]true
There's something [G]wrong with the villa [Bm]ge With the vil [D]lage
There's something [F#m]wrong with the vil [G]lage
Feel the [G]rumors follow you From [Bm]Monday all the way to [D]Friday dinner [F#m]
You got [G]one day of shelter Then it's [Bm]Sunday hell to pay, you [D]young lost sinner [F#m]
Well, I've [G]been there, sitting in that [Bm]same chair
Whispering that [D]same prayer half a million [F#m]times
It's a [G]lie, though buried in dis [Bm]ciples
One page of the [D]Bible isn't worth a [F#m]life
Something [G]wrong in the vil [Bm]lage In the vil [D]lage, [F#m]oh
They [G]stare in the vil [Bm]lage In the vil [D]lage, [F#m]oh
There's [G]nothing wrong with [Bm]you It's [D]true, it's [F#m]true
There's something [G]wrong with the villa [Bm]ge With the vil [D]lage
There's something [F#m]wrong with the vil [G]lage
