Put On Your Sunday Clothes (Wall-E)

Tom : Eb
F
Out there
Bb F
There's a world outside of yonkers
Bb F
Way out there beyond this hick town, barnaby
Cm7 F7
There's a slick town, barnaby
Gm7
Out there
Cm Gm7
Full of shine and full of sparkle
Cm Gm
Close your eyes and see it glisten, barnaby
Bb Eb7
Listen, barnaby
Eb
Put on your sunday clothes, there's lots of world out there
Eb Bbm7 Fm Bb
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
Eb Fm7 Cm
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Gm
Girls in white
Ab
In a perfumed night
Gm Bb
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Eb
Put on your sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town
Eb C
In one of those new horse drawn open cars
Fm
We'll see the shows
G
At delmonico's
Fm7 F
And we'll close the town in a whirl
Eb Fm Eb
And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl!

[Refrão]
C F C
Put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out
C Gm7
Strut down the street and have your picture took
C Am
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
Am Em
That sunday shine
F
Is a certain sign
Em Dm7
That you feel as fine as you look

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C
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
C Am
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Dm
Get out your feathers
E7
Your patent leathers
Am D7
Your beads and buckles and bows
G E G
For there's no blue monday in your sunday
C Dm G
No monday in the sunday
C F C
No monday in the sunday clothes
Db
Put on your sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Db Abm7
Strut down the street and have your picture took
Db Bbm
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
Fm Gb
That sunday shine is a certain sign
Gb Ebm7 Ab
That you feel as fine as you look!
Db Ab Db
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
Db Fm7
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Eb
Get out your feathers
F
Your patent leathers
Bbm Db
Your beads and buckles and bows
Db Gb Db
For there's no blue monday in your sunday clothes
[Solo] D D4 D

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[Próxima Parte]
F
Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song
F Am7 C D7 Gm
A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose
Gm A7
Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers
Dm G
Your red suspenders and hose
F A C F
For there's no blue monday in your sunday clothes
( F Am7 )
D G
Ermengarde, keep smiling, nobody wants a little ninny!
Am D G
Ambrose, do a turn, let me see!
Bb Eb
Mr. Hackl, Mr. Tucker, don't forget Irene and Minnie.