Ian Dury - Dance Little Rude Boy Chords

[Dm] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _
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Hey, with your naive threads and your nifty dreads and the dagger and loyal swagger, [Eb] with
your tricky spews and your Cuban heels [Dm] in the face of a carpetbagger, with your sweet
cologne and your mobile phone and the moves of a [Eb] desperado, you will cut a swede and your
gangsters [Dm] lathe and an overdose of bravado.
We'll see you double hip to the trippy tip and you're searching every quarter.
[Eb] You can throw more shapes than a jack-o-lantern.
[Dm] Someone's lovely daughter.
Dance [C] little rude boy, [G] dance. _
_ [Bb] Dance [C] little rude boy, [G] dance. _
_ [Bb] Dance [Am] little rude [G] boy, dance.
[F] You've got to [Eb] know something.
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_ [Dm] [Em] Drive me [F] to distraction.
Drive me [G] raving mad.
[Dm] [Am] Drive me [Dm] to the action.
Take me [G] one more tag.
[Dm] [F] Drive me to the west wing.
Drive me [G] to the right.
[Bb] [C] Drive me [G] to the best thing [Dm] that has happened to me all [C] night.
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Hey, you turned up trumps and your purple pops and a little bit of made to measure.
[Eb] With your shiny frock and your yellow [Dm] socks, you're addressing it to your [A] pleasure.
[Dm] With a urchin crop and a skimpy top, you've got to have a good thing going.
[Gm] With your lazy grace and your crazy [Dm] face, who cares if your slippers shine?
Now we can see your hip to the mother shit when you pop it to the north horizon.
[Eb] You're the one who's having all the [Dm] fun with everybody's eyes on.
Dance [Am] little rude [G] girl, dance.
_ [Bb] Dance [C] little rude [G] girl, dance. _
_ [Bb] Dance [Am] little rude [G] girl, dance.
[F] You've got to [Eb] know something.
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Make [Dm] me go bananas.
Make me [G] feel so right.
[Dm] [Am] Take me [F] to Nirvana and leave me [G] there all night.
[Dm] [Am] Make me [Dm] hit the ceiling.
Send me [G] round the bend.
[Dm] [Am] Take me [G] back to healing [Dm] when the evening ends. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Hey, [Dm] with your tiny threads and your nifty dreads and your taconum royal swagger.
[Eb] With your tricky spews and your Cuban [Dm] heels and the face of a comfortable [A] tiger.
With [Dm] your sweet cologne and your mobile phone and the moves of a desperado.
[Eb] You with car suede and your [Dm] gangster's lead and all of those self-bravado.
_ [C] Dance little rude [G] boy, dance. _
_ [Dm] Dance [Am] little rude [G] boy, dance.
_ [Bb] _ [C] Dance little rude [G] boy, dance.
[F] You've got to [Eb] know something. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Dm] Drive me to distraction.
Drive me [G] raving mad.
[Dm] [C] Drive me [Dm] to the action.
Take me [G] one more time.
[F] Drive me to the West Wing.
Drive me [G] to the right.
[Bb] [Am] Drive me [G] to the best [Dm] thing that has happened to me all night.
Make me go bananas.
Make me [G] feel so right.
[Dm] [C] Take me [Dm] to Nirvana and leave me [G] there all night.
[Dm] [C] Make me [F] hit the ceiling.
Send me [G] round the bend.
[Bb] [C] Take me [G] back to healing [Dm] when the evening ends. _ _ _ _ _ _
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