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C#m A E G#
Oh theC#m wind whistles down
AOn the cold dark street tonight
And the peEople they are dancing to the mG#usic vibe
And the boC#mys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
AWhile the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the soEngs they get louder
Each one better than beG#fore
And you're singing the sC#mongs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the moArning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go'E Where you gonna go'
Where you gonna sleep tonG#ight'
And you're singing the sC#mongs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the moArning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go'E Where you gonna go'
Where you gonna sleep tonG#ight'
So you'rC#me heading down the road in your taxi for four
AAnd you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
EBut nobody's in and nobody's home 'til fG#our
C#mSo you're sitting there with nothing to do
ATalking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
EAnd where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tG#onight
And you're singing the sC#mongs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the moArning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go'E Where you gonna go'
Where you gonna sleep tonG#ight'