Eyolf Østrem

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Well it's always beenmy nature to take chances
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 My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
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 Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
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To the tune of a concertina

Blood drying in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But whatevercould it be makes you think you've seen me before
Angelina

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 Oooh-oh, Angelina
F#    C#      G#
 Oooh-oh, Angelina

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You got a lotta nerve
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To say you are my friend
     G     D
When I was down
C        Em          D
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you gota helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

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Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down.

All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town.

She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench.

She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch.
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She got all the downtown boys, all at her command
           B7
But you've got to watch her closely 'cause
[n.c.]                      E
she ain't no woman, she's a man

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I got mixed up confusion
                    G
Man, it's a-killin' me

Well, there's too many people
And they're all too hard to please

Well, my hat's in my hand
Babe, I'm walkin' down the line

An' I'm lookin' for a woman
Whose head's mixed up like mine

Well, my head's full of questions
My temp'rature's risin' fast

Well, I'm lookin' for some answers
But I don't know who to ask

But I'm walkin' and wonderin'
And my poor feet don't ever stop

Seein' my reflection
I'm hung over, hung down, hung up!

          G
Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand

And the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond."

And the walls collide, Mona cries,
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And the rainman leaves in the wolfman's disguise.

C
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man.

I wanna be your lover, baby,
                                  G
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.

Well, the undertaker in his midnight suit
Says to the masked man, "Ain't you cute!"
Well, the mask man he gets up on the shelf

G
   G            C/g       G            C/g          D
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
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Preoccupied with his vengeance
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Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
    Am                    C
you know that he has no intentions
   D
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
        Am                      C          D (Dsus2)
That he needs you to test his inventions.

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Oh, crawl out your window
     G         C           D

G

[n.c.]        C
Nothing was delivered
                         G
And I tell this truth to you,
                    D
Not out of spite or anger
                        G     (C/g G)
But simply because it's true.
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Now, I hope you won't object to this,
                            G
Giving back all of what you owe,
                           D
The fewer words you have to waste on this,
                   G      (C/g G)
The sooner you can go.

[n.c.]     Em                 G
Nothing is better, nothing is best,

C
           C
Well, that big dumb blonde
         F
With her wheel of gorge
    C
And Turtle, that friend of theirs
         G
With his checks all forged
        C
And his cheeks in a chunk
         F
With his cheese in the cash
        C
They're all gonna be there
        G              C
At that million dollar bash

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Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Am         F   C
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
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It's that million dollar bash

Ev'rybody from right now
To over there and back
The louder they come

A

A
I pulled out for San Anton',
  D
I never felt so good.
   A
My woman said she'd meet me there
       D
And of course, I knew she would.
    A
The coachman, he hit me for my hook
       D
And he asked me my name.
  A
I give it to him right away,
      D
And I hung my head in shame.

A
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
D
Lookin' for my lo and behold,
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Get me outa here, my dear man!

I come into Pittsburgh
At six-thirty flat.
I found myself a vacant seat
An' I put down my hat.

C

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Take a look at me Baby, I am a teenage prayer

When it's cloudy all the time,
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all you got to do is say [...]

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(Take a look at me Babe) [good, go ahead] (I'm your teenage prayer)
               C               Am
Take a look at me Baby (Take a look at me Baby)
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I'm your teenage prayer (yes I'm your teenage prayer)
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