Well, He's the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket
LA7and he weighs about a hundred and five. (man)
LAHe's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut
and you wonder how he'll ever survive.
LAHe's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counter weights
LA7and sinking in the sea like a stone. (and)
He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction
and they send him in the jungle alone.
RE RE7But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the little girls are jumpin'
he's a hard-loving son-of-a-gun. He's got them waiting down stairs
RE7 LA LA7just to sample his affaifs; They call him a spoonful of fun! (man)
2nd Verse
He's the kind of person going riding on a skateboard
And his mind raging out of control (and)
He's the kind of person gonna drive a Maserati
Puts the key inside the wrong little whole.
He's the kind of ski-bum tearing wild down the mountain,
Hits a patch where there ain't any snow. (and)
He's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger finger,
Shoots his boot, 'cause he's drawing kind of slow.
But when it comes time for rolling, he's an expert at bowling,
Sets the pins up and lays them right down.
He's got them taking off their heels,and they like the way he feels,
And they call him a carnival clown.
3rd Verse
Well now, he's got a parachute , screaming out "Geronimo,"
And makes a little hole in the ground. (and)
He's the kind of logger when the man hollers "timber,"
Has to stop and look around for the sound. (and)
He's the kind of artist rents a groovy little attic
And discovers that he can't grow a beard. (and)
He's a human cannonball, come in for a landing
And wonders where the net disappeared.
But when he takes off his shoes , man it won't come as news
That they're lining up in threes and in twos.
He's got them fainting on the floor,got them begging for some more
And they call him what ever they choose.
Solo
4th Verse = Repeat 1st Verse. Fade out on E7
Well, He's the kind of guy
..puts on a motorcycle jacket
and he weighs about a hundred
LA7..and five. (man)
LAHe's the kind of surfer got a
..ho-daddy haircut
and you wonder how he'll ever
..survive.
LAHe's the kind of frogman
..wearing twenty pounds of counter
..weights
and sinking in the sea like a
LA7..stone. (and)
He's the kind of soldier got
..no sense of direction
and they send him in the
..jungle alone.
But when the frost's on the
RE7..pumpkin and the little girls are
..jumpin'
LAhe's a hard-loving
LA7 MI7..son-of-a-gun. He's got them
..waiting down stairs
RE7just to sample his affaifs;
..They call him a spoonful of fun!
LA7..(man)
2nd Verse
He's the kind of person going
..riding on a skateboard
And his mind raging out of
..control (and)
He's the kind of person gonna
..drive a Maserati
Puts the key inside the wrong
..little whole.
He's the kind of ski-bum
..tearing wild down the mountain,
Hits a patch where there ain't
..any snow. (and)
He's the kind of cowboy got a
..hot trigger finger,
Shoots his boot, 'cause he's
..drawing kind of slow.
But when it comes time for
..rolling, he's an expert at
..bowling,
Sets the pins up and lays them
..right down.
He's got them taking off their
..heels,and they like the way he
..feels,
And they call him a carnival
..clown.
3rd Verse
Well now, he's got a parachute
.., screaming out "Geronimo,"
And makes a little hole in the
..ground. (and)
He's the kind of logger when
..the man hollers "timber,"
Has to stop and look around
..for the sound. (and)
He's the kind of artist rents
..a groovy little attic
And discovers that he can't
..grow a beard. (and)
He's a human cannonball, come
..in for a landing
And wonders where the net
..disappeared.
But when he takes off his
..shoes , man it won't come as
..news
That they're lining up in
..threes and in twos.
He's got them fainting on the
..floor,got them begging for some
..more
And they call him what ever
..they choose.
Solo
4th Verse = Repeat 1st Verse.
..Fade out on E7
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