Capotraste 3ª casa 


Intro: A     Asus4 A 

Verso 1: 
A                     Asus4           A 
Well the dog act got drunk again last night 

        F#m                   D               Bm 
And the King and Quenn of the waltz clog team had another fight 

         D                 A 
King was careless with his tango grip 

        E                  Bm 
Nearly lost his queen in a dip 

            D                           A 
Yeah, she righted herself, straightened out her slip 

    E 
and kicked him in the shin 

Verso 2: 
     A                          Asus4        A 
Miss Billy Begonia thinks she's hit the big time 

            F#m                    D 
She wants a thick red rug from the dressing room door 

        Bm 
To the frontline of the footlights 

            D                 A 
She's got a sky blue swandown powder puff 

      E                   Bm 
and a corset to keep her spirts up 

      D                    A 
Yeah, she don't sweat, she sours and melts 

      E 
Like ice cream in the sun 

          Bm 
She'll be out of a job at the end of this 


D/C#       D 
Three week run 



[Refrão]
D           A                      D    Dsus2 
We're havin fun out here, on Panic Beach 

                   A                           D     Dsus2 
All the Vaudeville bums are here, out on Panic Beach 

                           F#m 
I hear them talk about the palace 

         Bm                  D 
But its so far out of reach 

              A 
So I'll do my time 

             E             A      A/B   A/C#   D 
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach 

                      A   A/B   A/C#    D 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye 


Verso 3: 
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 

(Refrão) 

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 

D A  E  Bm 

Verso 4: 
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 

A   D