Quireboys - Debbie Chords

[Intro]
A   C  D  A7
 
 
[Verse 1]
A7
In the Tropicana on a Saturday night
G7
In we walked with Bobby and friends
        D7
We were all taking bets, on who would be next
       A7
With a blonde whose name was Mercedes Benz
A7
Twenty got me nothing and fifty weren′t much better
  G7
A hundred that was nearer the mark
    D7
For two hundred dollars she would make me holler
         A7
But we'd have to do it in the dark
 
 
[Chorus]
A                   Em
Oh Debbie don′t you do that to the boys
   D
Ya gonna make them scream all night
A                         Em
You lick your lips honey, shake your hips honey
D
Make it feel just right
 
 
[Verse 2]
A7
Forty minutes later I was best friends with the waiter
    G7
And looking slightly worse for wear
   D7
He told me to hit on the red headed chick
      A7
Named Martini anytime anywhere (yeah right)
A7
Back at my apartment in the downstairs department
      G7
I was working like a dog on a bone
D7
Now we're in bed, I hope I'm not in the red
          A7
Gee babe, I left my Amex at home
 
 
[Chorus]
A                   Em
Oh Debbie don′t you do that to the boys
            D
What you′re doin' there just aint allowed
A                          Em
Lets take a minute of your precious time honey
D
Come on and meet the crowd
 
 
[Bridge]
Am
Debbie this is Dave, he can never behave
C                      D
Bruce, Alex, Ricky and Paul
    Am
And this is my mate red, he thinks he′s pretty hot in bed
C
Debbie get up there and work that
D
That shower stall baby
 
 
[Guitar Solo]
A   G   D   A
 
 
[Chorus]
A                   Em
Oh Debbie don't you do that to the boys
   D
Ya gonna make them scream all night
A                    Em
Move your legs honey shake your ass honey
D
Make it feel just right
A               Em
Oh Debbie do it once more for the boys
D
Pull ya boots on tight
A                               Em
Any girl with sense loves those dead presidents
              D
They keep ya, they keep ya warm at night
A                    Em
Move your legs honey shake your ass honey
D                               A
Make it feel just right, no no no
                      Em
Lick your lips honey, shake your hips honey
D
Make it feel just right
A                  Em
Oh Debbie don′t ya do that to this boy
  D
I won't go down without a fight
       A
No no no
 
 
[Outro]
N.C.
Oh, I′m not going down there (please).