Disneyland Jail 1977

A D Oh, oh D A Oh, Oh, A F# D A Oh Oh, Disneyland Jail A D I was a good kid A Tried not to lie much F# D A But there are some things you don’t tell mom and dad D Like the bottle in the brown bag A And the Ziploc baggies F# D A I got from the bikers I worked with downtown D I thought I was older A ‘Cause I worked the nightshift F# D A Emptyin’ jukeboxes for Mongols M.C D So never ride dirt bikes A trippin’ on mushrooms F# D A through the Dangerman's orchards in the middle of the night D Never climb the water tower A drunk as shit on vodka F# D A you just might end up in the county morgue D We ate all the mushrooms A in the Disneyland parking lot F# D A Dale had a puffy down jacket put the vodka up one sleeve D He looked like a body builder A but only on one side F# D A so, we rolled up a t-shirt stuck it up the other sleeve D and never take mushrooms A and ride on space mountain F# D A you just might end up in Disneyland jail D Never drink vodka A pass out on the monorail F# D A you just might end up in Disneyland jail A D Oh, oh D A Oh, Oh, A F# D A Oh Oh, Disneyland Jail A D Oh, oh D A Oh, Oh, A F# D A Oh Oh, Disneyland Jail A D A D F# D A A D Then you get older A you have some teenagers F# D A you think “oh my god, please don't do the shit that I did” D Stay in the chess club A Run for student council F# D A Keep playing clarinet in the marching band D and never take mushrooms A and ride on space mountain F# D A you just might end up in Disneyland jail D Never drink vodka A pass out on the monorail F# D A you just might end up in Disneyland jail