A D A When the sun goes down (sun goes down)A D A And the bats are back to bedA D A The brothers come 'roundA D A I get out of my dirty bedA D A I shake my pretty little headA D Tap my pretty little feetF#dim Feeling brighter than sunlightAdim Louder than thunderBdim Ebdim Bouncing like a yo-yoA D A Don't got no problems (no problems)A D A Ain't got no suitcaseA D A Ain't got no clothes to worry aboutA D A Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me upA D A I just throw in my handA D With the chilliest bunch in the landF#dim They don't look muchAdim They sure chilly chillyBdim Ebdim They positively glow, glowA Chilly down with the fire gangD Think small with the fire gangF#m Bad hep with the fire gangF#dim Adim Bdim Ebdim When your thing gets wild chilly downA Chilly down with the fire gangD Act tall with the fire gangF#m Good times, bad foodF#dim Adim Bdim Ebdim When your thing gets wild chilly down, chilly downA Drive you crazy, really lazy Eye rollin', funky strollin'E Ball playin', hip swayin'E Trouble makin', booty shakin'E Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncingE Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncingE Shoutin', screamin', double dealin'E Rockin', rollin' and a reelin'E With the mackin' sex appealin'E Can you dig our groovy feelin'?A D A So when things get too toughA D A And your chin is dragging on the groundA D A And even down looks upA D A Bad luckA D A We can show you a good timeA D A And we don't charge nothin'F#dim Just strut your nasty stuffAdim Wiggle in the middle yeahBdim Ebdim Get the town talkin', fire gangA Chilly down with the fire gangD Think small with the fire gangF#m Bad hep with the fire gangF#dim Adim Bdim Ebdim When your thing gets wild chilly downA Chilly down with the fire gangD Act tall with the fire gangF#m Good times, bad foodF#dim Adim Bdim Ebdim When your thing gets wild chilly down
Chilly Down
David Bowie
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