CHORDS: Alex Cameron – Real Bad Looking Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression

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This is the chord progression of Real Bad Lookin by Alex Cameron on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

[Chords]
D Bm G F#m

[Verse 1]
D                  Bm             G             F#m
I am the drunkest, ugliest girl at the bar
D                                     Bm                         G                                                 F#m
Oh well I\’m scheming, and I\’m scheming, and I\’m scheming, and I\’m gonna go far
D                         Bm             G             F#m
All the boys, yeah they think I\’m a star
D                                     Bm                                     G                                                 F#m
Because I\’m drinking, and I\’m drinking, and I\’m drinking, yeah I go pretty hard
D             Bm             G                         F#m
I get a pinch on my ass, when I lean on the sill
D                                     Bm                         G                                     F#m
And then I bent it, and I bent it, and I bent it but not to pick up the bill
D                         Bm                         G                         F#m
My husband\’s at work, my baby\’s in a Daewoo sauna
D                         Bm                         G                                     F#m
I hold my breath when I check, just to see that she isn\’t a goner
D                         Bm                         G                 F#m
The little dream sits there, she\’s like a fly in a jar
D                         Bm                                     G                                        F#m
Yeah who the hell are they to tell me that I can\’t leave my kid in the car
D             Bm                         G                         F#m
I am the goddamn drunkest, ugliest girl at the bar
D                         Bm                                     G                                     F#m
Yeah who the hell are you to tell me that I can\’t leave my kid in the car
D Bm G F#m x 2

[Chorus]
D                         Bm                                     G                                     F#m
Yeah who the hell are you to tell me that I can\’t leave my kid in the car
D Bm G F#m
Yeah who the hell are you to tell me that I can\’t leave my kid in the car

[Verse 2]
D             Bm             G                         F#m
I am the dumbest, richest guy at the bar
D                         Bm                         G                                     F#m
Yeah, well I\’d take you for a ride but my girl took the keys to my car
D                         Bm                         G                         F#m
I made a deal over lunch baby, yeah it was worth 15k
D                         Bm                         G                         F#m
I show my teeth when I smile in a real matter-of-fact way
D                         Bm                         G                         F#m
I make so much money, I swear I never get any older
D                         Bm                                     G                                                 F#m
And I don\’t talk to my brother cause that prick\’s got a chip on his shoulder
D                         Bm                         G                                     F#m
Oh yeah I\’m feelin real good, how much for one of those cigars?
D                                     Bm                         G                         F#m
I want to breathe like a dragon baby, I cough up burning hot tar
D                         Bm                         G                         F#m
Hey look, I\’m cold outta cash, just put it all on my card
D                         Bm                                     G                                     F#m
Hey, wait but you can\’t cut it up, my credit rating is five stars
D                                     Bm                                     G             F#m
Oh well this place is a joke, yeah who do you think you are
D                         Bm                         G                                     F#m
You\’re talking to the goddamn dumbest, richest guy at the bar

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