After Hours

D Here comes 'Cokey' Joe, Looking to make it snow, I wish I didn't know what I know, D And that's why you were hired, (hired!) Don't do your job and you'll be fired, (fired!) B You can't get tired after hours, (hours!) D A They building high in silver towers, (towers!) B They congegrate here after hours, (hours!) D B They tellin' lies, that's how rumours get started and destinies die. D Oh! Oh! Oh-oh! 4x D Here comes Sammy 'Smack', and he's been crashed up, He gonna need a tranfusion of blood, And all the ladies oughta dance, (yes!) Another system of this business! Forget about it, lose that dress, (dress!) Give me a hug! This is how the young girls dress in my club.