Am AmG AmF# E7
Mamas in the kitchen, Daddies on the phone
Am AmG AmF# E7
Nobody knows what's going on
Am AmG
But I've got them. So long I'll see you
AmF# E7 Am AmG AmF# E7
My Buick's outside waiting blues
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, I'm gotta go
But I've got them. So long I'll see you
My Buick's outside waiting blues
This gigolo’s jumping salty, ain’t no trade out on the streets,
Half past the unlucky, and the hawk’s a front-row seat
And a wooden kimono that was all ready to drop in san francisco bay
He was just mumbling something all about the one that got away
Gotta skeet-skat outta here...
Gotta skeet-skat outta here...
We gotta skeet-skat outta here...
We gotta skeet-skat...
Mamas in the kitchen, Daddies on the phone
Nobody knows what's going on
But I've got them. So long I'll see you
My Buick's outside waiting blues...