Dance Little Rude Boy

Dm G7 Dm G7 Dm Dm Dm Dm Dm Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads Dm And your Dagenham royal swagger Ebmaj7 With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels Dm And the face of a carpet-bagger Dm With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone Dm And the moves of a desperado Ebmaj7 You will cut a swathe on your gangster's lathe Dm And an overdose of bravado Dm We see your double hip to the trippy tip Dm And your searching every quarter Ebmaj7 You can throw more shapes than a jackanapes Dm To someone's lovely daughter Bbmaj7 Am7 G So dance little rude boy, dance Bbmaj7 Am G Dance little rude boy, dance Bbmaj7 Am G Dance little rude boy, dance F Eb You've got to know something Interlude 1 Dm Em F Drive me to distraction F G Drive me really mad Dm Em F Drive me to the action F G Take me one more tad Dm Em F Drive me to the west wing F G Drive me to the right Dm Em G Drive me to the best thing Bb Am G A Dm That has happened to me all night Dm Dm Hey, you turned up trumps in your purple pumps Dm And a little bit of made to measure Ebmaj7 With your shiny frock and your yellow socks Dm You're addressing it to your pleasure Dm With an urchin crop and a skimpy top Ebmaj7 You've got to have a good thing going Dm With your lazy grace and your crazy face Dm Who cares if your slip is showing? Ebmaj7 Now we can see you're hip to the mother ship Dm When you pop into the north horizon Dm You're the one who's having all the fun Ebmaj7 With everybody's eyes on Bbmaj7 Am7 G So dance little rude girl, dance Bbmaj7 Am G Dance little rude girl, dance Bbmaj7 Am G Dance little rude girl, dance F Eb You've got to know something Dm Em F Make me go bananas F G Make me feel so right Dm Em F Take me to Navana F G And leave me there all night Dm Em F Make me hit the ceiling F G Send me round the bend Bb Am G Take me back to Ealing A Dm When the evening ends Dm 8x Dm 4x Dm Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads Dm And your Dagenham royal swagger Ebmaj7 With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels Dm And the face of a carpet-bagger Dm With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone Dm And the moves of a desperado Ebmaj7 You will cut a swathe on your gangster's lathe Dm And an overdose of bravado Dm We see your double hip to the trippy tip Dm And your searching every quarter Ebmaj7 You can throw more shapes than a jackanapes Dm To someone's lovely daughter Bbmaj7 Am7 G So dance little rude boy, dance Bbmaj7 Am G Dance little rude boy, dance Bbmaj7 Am G Dance little rude boy, dance F Eb You've got to know something Interlude 1 Dm Em F Drive me to distraction F G Drive me really mad Dm Em F Drive me to the action F G Take me one more tad Dm Em F Drive me to the west wing F G Drive me to the right Dm Em G Drive me to the best thing Bb Am G A Dm That has happened to me all night Dm Em F Make me go bananas F G Make me feel so right Dm Em F Take me to Navana F G And leave me there all night Dm Em F Make me hit the ceiling F G Send me round the bend Bb Am G Take me back to Ealing A Dm When the evening ends Dm