Baby's into runnin' 'round, hangin' with the crowd
Puttin' your business in the street, talkin' out loud
Sayin' he's bought her this and that and how much you done spent
I swear she must believe it's all heaven-sent
Hey boy, you better bring the chick around
To the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wonder-wonder-wonder-wonder who) Taught her how to talk like that
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wonder-wonder-wonder-wonder who) Gave her that big idea
Em9 A13 [2X] / / / / / / / /
Verse 2:
Nothin' you can't handle, nothin' you ain't got Put your money on the table and drive it off the lot Turn on that old lovelight, turn a maybe to a yes Same old schoolboy game got you into this mess Hey son, you better get on back to town Face the sad old truth, the dirty lowdown (Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wonder-wonder-wonder-wonder who) Put those ideas in your head (Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wonder-wonder-wonder-wonder who)
Come on back down to earth, son (F#m9) Dig the low-low-low-low-lowdown
Guitar solo:
F#m9 B13 [4X] / / / / / / / /
Verse 3:
You ain't got to be bad, got to be cold This dog-eat-dog business is surely gettin' old Got to have a jones for this, jones for that This runnin' with the joneses, boy, it just ain't where it's at You gonna come back around To the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown (Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wonder-wonder-wonder-wonder who) Got you thinkin' like that (Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wonder-wonder-wonder-wonder who)