Pierre the Arab
G C
I like when the lights
G D
In a bank are on all night
G
And the safe inside
C G
It is safe, safe, safe
And the window up above
Fits like a glove
For the girl inside
Is a waif, waif, waif
Am
A rumble and a stumble
C D
And a curse for a cab
Am
I chat with a mumble
C
To a pretty boy Arab
Bm Am
He said his name was Pierre
G C
And his game was cutting hair
C
If I had a dime for every time
D
I’d pay the cabbie’s fare
G C
But I don’t and I won’t so I run
But he had a dime for every crime
So he fired his gun
It went bang past my ears
And they rung, rung, rung
The girl dove to the floor
But just right before
She took these words in her mouth
And she sung, sung, sung
I like when the lights
In a bank are on all night
And the safe inside
Is safe, safe, safe
And the fella down below
Measures a mile with a toe
And to him I confide
I’m a waste, waste, waste