Oh the drones on the corner don't look her in the eye
When she comes out to play[A][Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
[Bm]And three times now at the Club Chi-Chi they've turned her away[A][Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
[Bm]Last week she was the belle of the ball but another week passe[A]s[Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
[Bm]It's time to cast off crutches, scars and pebble glas[A]ses[Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
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Chorus:
[G]She's got everything a girl might need, she's a tr[E]ibal animal, yes indeed
But she [Am]hasn't got a bone through her [F]nose, through her nose
[E]Hasn't got a bone through her nose
She [Am]hasn't got a bone through her [F]nose, through her nose
She [E]hasn't got a bone through her nose
Hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn't got a bone through her nose
Oh she gets her suits from a personal friend, Coco the clown
She got dustman's jacket, inside out, it's a party gown
If it's buffoons, she's got buffoons, if it's tat she got tat
She got hoochie coochie Gucci and a pom-pom hat
Chorus
Well, her ma writes cook books, she wrote one once, and it sold one or two
Her pa's in the city, he's so witty, he calls it the zoo
Her boyfriend plays in Scritti Politti, Aunt Sally's brown bread
In a few more years she can marry some fool and knock it on the head
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
When she comes out to play[A][Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
[Bm]And three times now at the Club Chi-Chi they've turned her away[A][Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
[Bm]Last week she was the belle of the ball but another week passe[A]s[Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
[Bm]It's time to cast off crutches, scars and pebble glas[A]ses[Bm][C#m][Bm][A]
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Chorus:
[G]She's got everything a girl might need, she's a tr[E]ibal animal, yes indeed
But she [Am]hasn't got a bone through her [F]nose, through her nose
[E]Hasn't got a bone through her nose
She [Am]hasn't got a bone through her [F]nose, through her nose
She [E]hasn't got a bone through her nose
Hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn't got a bone through her nose
Oh she gets her suits from a personal friend, Coco the clown
She got dustman's jacket, inside out, it's a party gown
If it's buffoons, she's got buffoons, if it's tat she got tat
She got hoochie coochie Gucci and a pom-pom hat
Chorus
Well, her ma writes cook books, she wrote one once, and it sold one or two
Her pa's in the city, he's so witty, he calls it the zoo
Her boyfriend plays in Scritti Politti, Aunt Sally's brown bread
In a few more years she can marry some fool and knock it on the head
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
