From: wvaughan@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (William Vaughan)
Date: 12 Jul 1995 20:59:36 GMT
Subject: CRD Maria McKee`s Panic Beach
Here`s my attempt at Maria McKee`s Panic Beach off her
first solo CD. Some of the chords maybe off (Bm7 instead of Bm
for example) but I think its pretty close. Let me know of any problems
Listen to the song for specific timing (ie A --> Asus4)
Capo 3rd fret - chords written as if first position (ie A=C)
Intro A Asus4 A
*Verse 1*
A Asus4 A
Well the dog act got drunk again last night
Fm D Bm
And the King and Quenn 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
*Verse 2*
A Asus4 A
Miss Billy Begonia thinks she`s hit the big time
Fm 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
Fm
I hear them talk about the palace
Bm D
But its so far out of reach
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
*Verse 3 - same chords has verse 2*
The visionary theatric strikes a juggler`s seesan tune
and the dying swan pirouettes and fawns
by the light of the street lamp moon
When my trunk is filled with taffeta
Those big time hacks won`t laugh at us
When my taps are mado of silver
I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing
Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the pnaic choir sings
*Chorus II - same chords as Chorus*
Here comes a lucky little thing to panic beach
yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing
While we`re stuck on panic beach
Ah, the way ya hear em say it
Doesn`t seem so out of reach
So I`ll do my time
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
*Little waltzy instrumental not completely figured out - I just goof around on
the D A E Bm, but its not right*
*Verse 4 - same chords as verse 2 except no chord over first line - pick up
with Fm in second line*
Well the landlord gets a free show, every Saturday at six
Sometimes on Sunday all dependin on whatever kind of
mood he`s in
I keep his glass filled up with sherry
And sing him all his favorite songs
If a tear comes to his eye, he may let
A month go by before he takes away my key
Oh, that sherry, starts to taste real good to me
Hey mam look at me on panic beach
I may be hungry but my rent is free up on panic beach
yeah, I can almost see the palace
No longer out of reach
So I`ll do my time
Then say goodbye to Panic Beach
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Fade on A D
