Miss Luann

A B A B A E A E B A E A Sun shinin' bright blue skies up above E Strollin' through the city of brotherly love B Yeah, Third and South where she hangs out A E When she strolls by all the fellas call and shout for her A I cut across the street, her eyes don't meet E She strolls by, she don't give me the eye E She don't turn her head B Yeah, she's sassy, she's brassy, above all she's classy A E She's put together like an Austin Healy chassis with a tan E She's always grand E Talkin' bout Luann A She's alright alone, she don't need company E Miss Luann never, ever, ever looks twice at me E I don't turn her head B Yeah, she ain't been to college B But she's been to school A And she knows how to wear those FM shoes E Yes, she can E I'd give a grand E Just to meet Luann E Woo Guitar Solo A E B A E Sax Solo A E B A E A At the weekend dance she shows up late E The fellas stand around, they just can't wait for her B Yeah, but they ain't got a chance B She don't give them a glance A E Don't you know Luann is just too cool too dance E Too bad E Talkin' bout Luann A E B A E E