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From: wvaughan@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (William Vaughan) Date: 12 Jul 1995 20:59:36 GMT Subject: CRD Maria McKee's "Panic Beach" Here's my attempt at Maria McKee's "Panic Beach" off her first solo CD. Some of the chords maybe off (Bm7 instead of Bm for example) but I think its pretty close. Let me know of any problems Listen to the song for specific timing (ie A --> Asus4) Capo 3rd fret - chords written as if first position (ie A=C) Intro A Asus4 A *Verse 1*
AWell the dog act got dAsus4runk again last Anight And the F#mKing and Quenn of the Dwaltz clog team Bmhad another fight
King was Dcareless with his Atango grip Nearly lEost his queen in a Bmdip
Yeah, she riDghted herself, straightened Aout her slip and Ekicked him in the shin
*Verse 2*
Miss ABilly Begonia thinks she's Asus4hit the big tAime She wants a F#mthick red rug from the Ddressing room door
To the fBmrontline of the footlights She's got a Dsky blue swandown Apowder puff
and a Ecorset to keep her sBmpirts up Yeah, Dshe don't sweat, she Asours and melts
Like iEce cream in the sun She'll be Bmout of a job at the end of this
D/C#Three week Drun *Chorus*
DWe're havin Afun out here, on Panic DBeachDsus2 All the Vaudeville Abums are here, out on Panic DBeach Dsus2
I hear them talk about the F#mpalace But its sBmo far out of reach D
So I'll do my Atime Then say goodEbye to Panic BAeach A/B A/C# D
Goodbye, goodbye, goodAbye A/B A/C# D
*Verse 3 - same chords has verse 2* The visionary theatric strikes a juggler's seesan tune and the dying swan pirouettes and fawns by the light of the street lamp moon When my trunk is filled with taffeta Those big time hacks won't laugh at us When my taps are mado of silver I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the pnaic choir sings *Chorus II - same chords as Chorus* Here comes a lucky little thing to panic beach yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing While we're stuck on panic beach Ah, the way ya hear em say it Doesn't seem so out of reach So I'll do my time Then say goodbye to Panic Beach Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye *Little waltzy instrumental not completely figured out - I just goof around on the D A E Bm, but its not right* *Verse 4 - same chords as verse 2 except no chord over first line - pick up with F#m in second line* Well the landlord gets a free show, every Saturday at six Sometimes on Sunday all dependin on whatever kind of mood he's in I keep his glass filled up with sherry And sing him all his favorite songs If a tear comes to his eye, he may let A month go by before he takes away my key Oh, that sherry, starts to taste real good to me Hey mam look at me on panic beach I may be hungry but my rent is free up on panic beach yeah, I can almost see the palace No longer out of reach So I'll do my time Then say goodbye to Panic Beach Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Fade on A D