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#From: [email protected] (William Vaughan)
#Date: 12 Jul 1995 20:59:36 GMT
#Subject: CRD Maria McKee's "Panic Beach"
#Here's my attempt at Maria McKee's "Panic Beach" off her
#first solo CD. Some of the chords maybe off (Bm7 instead of Bm
#for example) but I think its pretty close. Let me know of any problems
#Listen to the song for specific timing (ie A --> Asus4)
#Capo 3rd fret - chords written as if first position (ie AC)
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#Intro A Asus4 A
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#Verse 1
#
[A]Well the dog act got d[Asus4]runk again last [A]night
And the [F#m]King and Quenn of the [D]waltz clog team [Bm]had another fight
King was [D]careless with his [A]tango grip
Nearly l[E]ost his queen in a [Bm]dip
Yeah, she ri[D]ghted herself, straightened [A]out her slip
and [E]kicked him in the shin
Verse 2
Miss [A]Billy Begonia thinks she's [Asus4]hit the big t[A]ime
She wants a [F#m]thick red rug from the [D]dressing room door
To the f[Bm]rontline of the footlights
She's got a [D]sky blue swandown [A]powder puff
and a [E]corset to keep her s[Bm]pirts up
Yeah, [D]she don't sweat, she [A]sours and melts
Like i[E]ce cream in the sun
She'll be [Bm]out of a job at the end of this
[D/C#]Three week [D]run
Chorus
[D]We're havin [A]fun out here, on Panic [D]Beach[Dsus2]
All the Vaudeville [A]bums are here, out on Panic [D]Beach[Dsus2]
I hear them talk about the [F#m]palace
But its s[Bm]o far out of reach[D]
So I'll do my [A]time
Then say good[E]bye to Panic B[A]each[A/B][A/C#][D]
Goodbye, goodbye, good[A]bye[A/B][A/C#][D]
Verse 3 - same chords has verse 2
The visionary theatric strikes a juggler's seesan tune
and the dying swan pirouettes and fawns
by the light of the street lamp moon
When my trunk is filled with taffeta
Those big time hacks won't laugh at us
When my taps are mado of silver
I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing
Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the pnaic choir sings
Chorus II - same chords as Chorus
Here comes a lucky little thing to panic beach
yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing
While we're stuck on panic beach
Ah, the way ya hear em say it
Doesn't seem so out of reach
So I'll do my time
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Little waltzy instrumental not completely figured out - I just goof around on
the D A E Bm, but its not right
Verse 4 - same chords as verse 2 except no chord over first line - pick up
with F#m in second line
Well the landlord gets a free show, every Saturday at six
Sometimes on Sunday all dependin on whatever kind of
mood he's in
I keep his glass filled up with sherry
And sing him all his favorite songs
If a tear comes to his eye, he may let
A month go by before he takes away my key
Oh, that sherry, starts to taste real good to me
Hey mam look at me on panic beach
I may be hungry but my rent is free up on panic beach
yeah, I can almost see the palace
No longer out of reach
So I'll do my time
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Fade on A D
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#From: [email protected] (William Vaughan)
#Date: 12 Jul 1995 20:59:36 GMT
#Subject: CRD Maria McKee's "Panic Beach"
#Here's my attempt at Maria McKee's "Panic Beach" off her
#first solo CD. Some of the chords maybe off (Bm7 instead of Bm
#for example) but I think its pretty close. Let me know of any problems
#Listen to the song for specific timing (ie A --> Asus4)
#Capo 3rd fret - chords written as if first position (ie AC)
#
#Intro A Asus4 A
#
#Verse 1
#
[A]Well the dog act got d[Asus4]runk again last [A]night
And the [F#m]King and Quenn of the [D]waltz clog team [Bm]had another fight
King was [D]careless with his [A]tango grip
Nearly l[E]ost his queen in a [Bm]dip
Yeah, she ri[D]ghted herself, straightened [A]out her slip
and [E]kicked him in the shin
Verse 2
Miss [A]Billy Begonia thinks she's [Asus4]hit the big t[A]ime
She wants a [F#m]thick red rug from the [D]dressing room door
To the f[Bm]rontline of the footlights
She's got a [D]sky blue swandown [A]powder puff
and a [E]corset to keep her s[Bm]pirts up
Yeah, [D]she don't sweat, she [A]sours and melts
Like i[E]ce cream in the sun
She'll be [Bm]out of a job at the end of this
[D/C#]Three week [D]run
Chorus
[D]We're havin [A]fun out here, on Panic [D]Beach[Dsus2]
All the Vaudeville [A]bums are here, out on Panic [D]Beach[Dsus2]
I hear them talk about the [F#m]palace
But its s[Bm]o far out of reach[D]
So I'll do my [A]time
Then say good[E]bye to Panic B[A]each[A/B][A/C#][D]
Goodbye, goodbye, good[A]bye[A/B][A/C#][D]
Verse 3 - same chords has verse 2
The visionary theatric strikes a juggler's seesan tune
and the dying swan pirouettes and fawns
by the light of the street lamp moon
When my trunk is filled with taffeta
Those big time hacks won't laugh at us
When my taps are mado of silver
I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing
Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the pnaic choir sings
Chorus II - same chords as Chorus
Here comes a lucky little thing to panic beach
yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing
While we're stuck on panic beach
Ah, the way ya hear em say it
Doesn't seem so out of reach
So I'll do my time
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Little waltzy instrumental not completely figured out - I just goof around on
the D A E Bm, but its not right
Verse 4 - same chords as verse 2 except no chord over first line - pick up
with F#m in second line
Well the landlord gets a free show, every Saturday at six
Sometimes on Sunday all dependin on whatever kind of
mood he's in
I keep his glass filled up with sherry
And sing him all his favorite songs
If a tear comes to his eye, he may let
A month go by before he takes away my key
Oh, that sherry, starts to taste real good to me
Hey mam look at me on panic beach
I may be hungry but my rent is free up on panic beach
yeah, I can almost see the palace
No longer out of reach
So I'll do my time
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Fade on A D
