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Mr Blue

John Phillips
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Yah  yah  yah, yah yah yah, yah  yah yah (repeat)
Meet  Mr. Blue,  elegant Jew  of New York City
 Ex-real estate man,  sits on the can,  always looks pretty
 And Miss Never-Say-Please,  pink and white knees,  favorite kitty
 Movie star queen  fell off the screen,  oh, what a pity
 Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore
 And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors
 It's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more
 With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys
 Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes
 Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet
 But you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret
 Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette
 Meet Mr. Blue
 Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you
 Where it is they all fall to, no one knows
 Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you
 Just to find out where it is that you go

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Readable chord sheet for Mr Blue by John Phillips

[Am]Yah yah[G] yah, yah yah yah, y[F]ah yah yah (repeat)

[G]Meet Mr. [Am]Blue, elegant J[G]ew of New York [F]City
Ex-real estate [Am]man, sits on the [G]can, always looks [F]pretty
And Miss Never-Say-[Am]Please, pink and white [G]knees, favorite [F]kitty
Movie star [C]queen fell off the [Em]screen, oh, what a pi[F]ty

Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore
And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors
It's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more
With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys

Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes
Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet
But you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret
Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette
Meet Mr. Blue

Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fall to, no one knows
Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go

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