A / Ab/C#m / F#m / Gmaj7

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A         Ab/C#m                (play like this: -4-7-6-6-0-0-)
On nights like this
F#m7     Gmaj7          D
When the world's a bit amiss
        E
And the lights go down
 A                 E   E7
Across the trailer park
A
I get down
Ab/C#m
I feel had
F#m7          Gmaj7          D
I feel on the verge of going mad
    E                           A
And then it's time to punch the clock

A             E
I put on some make-up
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And turn up the tape deck
D            A              E        F#7
And pull the wig down on my head
Bm          E
Suddenly i'm miss midwest
A        Ab/C#m   Gmaj7
midnight checkout queen
A       D
Until i head home
    E             A       G      D
And put myself to bed

A          Ab/C#m
I look back on where i'm from
F#m7        G          D
Look at the woman i've become
        E
And the strangest things
    A            E
Seem suddenly routine
A                 Ab/C#m
I look up from my vermouth on the rocks
F#m            G                D
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
   E             A
Of towering velveteen

A             E
I put on some make-up
F#m             C#m
And some lavern baker
D            A                 E      F#7
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Bm           E            A        Ab/C#m  Gmaj7
Suddenly i'm miss beehive nineteen sixty-three
A       D
Until i wake up
    E            A          G     D
And turn back to myself

A                     Ab/C#m
Some girls they got a natural ease
F#m          Gmaj7        D
They wear it any way they please
           E
With their french flip curls
    A            E
And perfumed magazines
A
Wear it up
Ab/C#m
Let it down
F#m         Gmaj7              D
This is the best way that i've found
          E                A
To be the best you've ever seen

A             E
I put on some make-up
F#m             C#m
And turn up the eight-track
D               A                 E      F#7
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Bm           E           A
Suddenly i'm miss farrah fawcett
Ab/C#m  Gmaj7
From tv
A       D
Until i wake up
    E              A
And turn back to myself

D
Shag, bi-level, bob
C
Dorothy Hammil do,
D
Sausage curls, chicken wings
     C
It's all because of you
          D
With your blow dried, feather back,
C
Toni home wave, too
D
flip, fro, frizz, flop,
     C
It's all because of you
     Bb
It's all because of you
     A7                     G
It's all because of you

A             E
I put on some make-up
F#m         C#m
turn up the eight-track
    D           A                 E       F#7
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Bm          E               A
Suddenly i'm this punk rock star
   Ab/C#m    Gmaj7
Of stage and screen
A           D
And I ain't never
    E             A
I'm never turning back