Chilly Down

Tom: A
A D A
When the sun goes down (sun goes down)
A D A
And the bats are back to bed
A D A
The brothers come 'round
A D A
I get out of my dirty bed
A D A
I shake my pretty little head
A D
Tap my pretty little feet
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Feeling brighter than sunlight
Adim
Louder than thunder
Bdim Ebdim
Bouncing like a yo-yo
A D A
Don't got no problems (no problems)
A D A
Ain't got no suitcase
A D A
Ain't got no clothes to worry about
A D A
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up
A D A
I just throw in my hand
A D
With the chilliest bunch in the land
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They don't look much
Adim
They sure chilly chilly
Bdim Ebdim
They positively glow, glow

[Refrão]
A
Chilly down with the fire gang
D
Think small with the fire gang
F#m
Bad hep with the fire gang
F#dim Adim Bdim Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down
A
Chilly down with the fire gang
D
Act tall with the fire gang

[Próxima Parte]
F#m
Good times, bad food
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When your thing gets wild chilly down, chilly down
A
Drive you crazy, really lazy
Eye rollin', funky strollin'
E
Ball playin', hip swayin'
E
Trouble makin', booty shakin'
E
Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncing
E
Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing
E
Shoutin', screamin', double dealin'
E
Rockin', rollin' and a reelin'
E
With the mackin' sex appealin'
E
Can you dig our groovy feelin'?
A D A
So when things get too tough
A D A
And your chin is dragging on the ground
A D A
And even down looks up
A D A
Bad luck
A D A
We can show you a good time
A D A
And we don't charge nothin'
F#dim
Just strut your nasty stuff
Adim
Wiggle in the middle yeah
Bdim Ebdim
Get the town talkin', fire gang

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
F#m
Good times, bad food
F#dim Adim Bdim Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down