Ian Hunter - Wild east

Well it's ^GTuesday night, how I'd ^Flike to be inside at this ^Ctime ^GWatchin' T.V. is ^Fkillin' me, it's such a ^Cdrag tonight I ^Ffeel like Jason, just found a rusty ^Cfleece And the ^CCyclops all laughin' at ^Fme, you can't tame Wild ^CEast

Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast. Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast [Verse 2] Now some ^Gcynic from the methadone ^Fclinic, he keeps on ^Cbothering me He writes ^Gall my lyrics backwards on ^Fdiapers and hangs 'em from the ^Clocal trees ^FWatch out, white boy, don't argue with a sawn off ^Cpiece I'm a ^Ccrazy son, Mama^F, I love the grease of Wild ^CEast

Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast. Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast Wild ^FEast, Wild ^CEast. Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast

Now ^GJezebel don't ^Ffeel too well, she ^Ctalks to Jane 'Bout a ^Gone way conver^Fsation on a ^Csubway train Hey! They ^Ftook away her wallet and her va^Clise Love ^Chate, love hate, love ^Fhate, love hate, Wild ^CEast

Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast. Wild ^GEast, ^FWild ^CEast Wild ^FEast, Wild ^CEast. Wild ^GEast, come on crazy ^FWild ^CEast Wild ^FEast, Wild ^CEast. Wild ^GEast, come on crazy ^FWild ^CEast