Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
Am
B
They never saw us coming
Am
'Til they hit the floor
Em
Am
They just kept beggin' for
B
Am
More, more
Em
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Verse 2
Am
I was brought up as a southern belle
B
Em
I grew into the queen of hell
Am
You were just a little stowaway
B
Am
That stabbed her way to save herself
Em
Am
You always liked the taste of blood
B
Em
And I get off when I point the gun
Am
It's so good to have someone
Verse 3
to be so bad with
Em
Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B
Em
Last one down was an Englishman
Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Verse 4
Am
Sunday in Notting Hill
B
Em
He was sneaking a cigarette
Am
His God protects him but
B
Am
I know we'll get him dead
Em
Am
Ran my fingers through his hair
B
Em
So he thinks it's fun and games
Am
He don't know our faces but
Verse 5
He'll never forget our names
Em
Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B
Em
Last one down was an Englishman
Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Verse 6
Em
B
Am
I was waiting in the getaway car
B
You were stuck in the hotel bar
Am
He was a proper Englishman
He had one last pint before
B
Am
the cops broke in
Em
Am
You poured the gasoline and
B
I drove into the flames
Em
Am
History will hate us
Verse 7
But they'll never forget our names
Em
Am
B
They never saw us coming
Em
'Til they hit the floor
Am
They just kept beggin' for
B
Em
More, more
Am
B
They never saw us coming
Em
'Til they hit the floor
Am
They just kept beggin' for
B
Em
More, more
Verse 8
Am
First one up was a preachers son
B
Em
Last one down was an Englishman
Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Am
Na, na na, na na na na
B
All dressed up for a hit and
Em
run
B
Am
B
Am
Verse 9
Am
B
Em
Am
B
Em
Am
All dressed up
B
Em
Am
All dressed up for a hit and run
B
Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
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