Tom: D D She's a rich girl, she don't try to hide it A D Diamonds on the soles of her shoes D Hes's a poor boy, empty as a pocket A D Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose G D A D Sing ta-na-na, ta-na-na-na, diamonds on the soles of her shoes G D A D Sing ta-na-na, ta-na-na-na, diamonds on the soles of her shoes A D Diamonds on the soles of her shoes. A D Diamonds on the soles of her shoes, poor boy A D Diamonds on the soles of her shoes. D G A D G A D G A D G A D G A D People say she's crazy she got diamonds on the soles of her shoes G A D Well, that's one way to lose those walking blues G A D Wearin' diamonds on the soles of her shoes She's physic'ly forgot but then she slipped into my pocket with my car keys She say's you're taking me for granted because I please you Wearing these di-i-i-i-i-amonds D G A D And I can say ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh G A D As if everybody here would know what I was talkin' about G A D As if everybody would know exactly what I was talkin' about G A D G - A D G - A Talkin' about diamonds on the soles of her shoes ( oo-ooh, oo-ooh) She makes the sign of a teaspoon, he makes the sine of a wave The poor boy changes clothes & puts on aftershave To compensate for his ordinary shoes She said "honey, take me dancing" but they ended up out sleeping in a doorway By the bordellos and the lights of Upper Broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes And I can say ......