Maria McKee

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Capo 3rd fret

A     Asus4 A

A                     Asus4           A
Well the dog act got drunk again last night
        F#m                   D               Bm
And the King and Queen of the waltz clog team had another fight
         D                 A
King was careless with his tango grip
        E                  Bm
Nearly lost his Queen in a dip
            D                            A
Yeah, she righted herself, straightened out her slip
    E
and kicked him in the shin

     A                          Asus4        A
Miss Billy Begonia thinks she's hit the big time
            F#m                    D
She wants a thick red rug from the dressing room door
        Bm
To the frontline of the footlights
            D                 A
She's got a sky blue swandown powder puff
      E                   Bm
and a corset to keep her spirts up
      D                    A
Yeah, she don't sweat, she sours and melts
      E
Like ice cream in the sun
          Bm
She'll be out of a job at the end of this
D/C#       D
Three week run

Chorus:
D           A                      D    Dsus2
We're havin fun out here, on Panic Beach
                   A                           D     Dsus2
All the Vaudeville bums are here, out on Panic Beach
                           F#m
I hear them talk about the Palace
                        B
But its so far out of reach
D              A
So I'll do my time
             E             A      A/B   A/C#   D
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
                      A   A/B   A/C#    D
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

A                     Asus4           A
The visionary theatric strikes a juggler's seesaw tune
            F#m                    D
and the dying swan pirouettes and fawns
         Bm
by the light of the street lamp moon
         D                 A
When my trunk is filled with taffeta
      E                   Bm
Those big time hacks won't laugh at us
            D                  A
Well, my taps are made of silver
               E
I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing
               Bm                                      D
Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the Panic choir sings

Chorus:
D           A                      D    Dsus2
Here comes a lucky little thing to Panic Beach
                   A                           D     Dsus2
yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing while we're stuck on Panic
Beach
          F#m
Ah, the way ya hear em say it
          D              B
Doesn't seem so out of reach
D              A
So I'll do my time
             E             A      A/B   A/C#   D
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
                      A   A/B   A/C#    D
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

A   D   F#m  B  D   A

Well the landlord gets a free show, every Saturday at six
            F#m                    D               Bm
Sometimes on Sunday all dependin' on whatever kind of mood he's in
         D                 A
I keep his glass filled up with sherry
      E                   Bm
And sing him all his favorite songs
     D                               A
If a tear comes to his eye, he may let
                            E
A month go by before he takes away my key
      Bm
Oh, that sherry, starts to taste real good to me

Chorus:
D           A                      D    Dsus2
Hey mama, mama, mama, look at me on Panic Beach
D           A                      D    Dsus2
I may be hungry but my rent is free up on Panic Beach
                            F#m
yeah, I can almost see the Palace
                    B
No longer out of reach
D              A
So I'll do my time
             E             A      A/B   A/C#   D
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
                      A   A/B   A/C#    D
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

A   D