tom:
D
D Bm
Carry me up them stairs with my white socks on
And my pretty song
D
You like my blue nail polish, “What is all this?”
Bm Bm
You said, “The mess upstairs, don't be scared”
A G
Daddy dearest, you know how I like to take trips
A
Pops, first stops at the K-Mart, buy me my peach lip gloss
E
Cigarettes and lollipops
E Gb
For our trip across the US
A
Bm D G
We’re gonna party like it's 1949
Bm
We’re in the Pontiac from July to July
D G
Gonna see it all before he says goodbye
Gonna party like it’s 1949
D Bm
Carry me up the stairs with my white socks on
And my blonde hair long
D
You like my pin-up bodice, and the solace
Bm Bm
That comes with the midnight air, and my icy stare
A
It’s the clearest
When it’s me and him alone
G A
He stops, he talks a-bout all the ways he used to lit up
E
Dinerettes and soda pops
E Gb
For our trip across the US
A
Bm D G
We’re gonna party like it's 1949
Bm
We’re in the Pontiac from July to July
D G
Gonna see it all before he says goodbye
Gonna party like it’s 1949
Bm D
Daddy likes Blackpool Pleasure Beach and road stops
G
Me, I like the Swiss Alps souvenir gift shops
Bm D
Late night, midnight radio show talks
G
Him and me, a big jailbreak
Bm D
Ponytail and lollipops, dinerettes and soda pops
G
New blue bathing suit, ruched tops and Cadillacs
Bm D
Blue Lake Carter docks, hopscotch, hot talk
G
Alabama hard knocks, motel brass locks