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tuning: standard
B F# C#
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B|---------------|---------------|---------------|
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D|--4-4-6-4-6-4--|---------------|---6-6-8-6-8-6-|
A|--2-2-2-2-2-2--|-4-4-6-4-6-4---|---4-4-4-4-4-4-|
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Intro B F# B F# (2x)
B F#
Look at the kid from school
B F#
He’s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
B F#
He’s changing fashion, the way he dress
B F#
The tracksuits are old, and the hoody’s way too moody
Eb Bb
For a kid with the will to funk
B F# C#
He dances in secret; he’s a part-time punk
B F#
She’s getting off the plane
B F#
She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
B F#
The kids fighting up the lane
B
Shop lifting, just drifting
F#
Like The Switchblade And The Cross
Eb Bb
But if there’s trouble she’s got the moves
B F# C#
She’s taking an elementary class in Kung fu
B F#
I left my washing in the launderette
B F#
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
B
That when I see my washing
Eb Bb B F#
The black will be grey and the white will be grey
C#
But the blues are still blue
B F#
I’m crying out for my mum
B F#
If the malady don’t go away we’re in a little trouble
B F#
With the boss of the company
B F#
I’m a singer, a swinger I’m a layabout but laying on
Eb Bb
The dock in the lazy sun
B F# C#
Will never quite relegate me to a bum
B F#
I left my lady in the launderette
B F#
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
B
That when I see my lady
Eb Bb B F#
The black will be white and the white will be black
C#
But the blues are still blue
Base do solo:
B - C#
B - F# - B - F# - B
Eb - Bb - B - F# - C#
B F#
Baby, I love your face
B
I’ve been creeping round this town because…
F#
Well, creeping’s just my way
B F#
But with a little wink I’ll be there
B F#
I’ll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade
Eb Bb
I know your young, but you’re out of touch
B F# C#
You’re French, your vocabulary’s not quite formed
B F#
I left my homework in the launderette
B F#
I got a letter from my mamma which my stoopid dog has ate
B
I hid behind the fence
Eb Bb B F#
Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog
C#
He’s not making much sense
B F#
I left my lady in the launderette
B F#
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
B
That when I see my lady
Eb Bb B F#
The black will be white and the white will be black
C#
But the blues are still blue
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