Song :
C
Intro :
F C7 C7 F
F
A smart and stylish girl you see,
Belle of good society,
C7
not too strict but rather free,
F
Yet as right as right can be.
C7 F
Never forward, never bold,
not too hot, and not to cold
C7
but the very thing I'm told,
F
that in your arms you'd like to hold.
C B C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
F
I'm not extravagantly shy,
And when a nice young man is nigh,
C7
For his heart I have a try
F
And faint away with tearful cry!
C7 F
When the good young man in haste
Will support me round the waist,
C7
I don't come to, while thus embraced,
F
Till of my lips he steals a taste!
C B C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
F
I'm a timid flower of innocence
Pa says that I have no sense
C7
I'm one eternal big expense;
F
But men say that I'm just immense.
C7 F
Ere my verses I conclude,
I'd like it known and understood,
C7
Though free as air, I'm never rude
F
I'm not too bad, and not too good!
C B C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
F
You should see me out with Pa,
Prim, and most particular;
C7
The young men say, "Ah, there you are!"
F
And Pa says, "That's peculiar!"
C7 F
"It's like their cheek!" I say, and so
Off again with Pa I go
C7
He's quite satisfied although,
F
When his back's turned well, you know
C B C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
F
When with swells I'm out to dine,
All my hunger I resign;
C7
Tast the food, and sip the wine
F
No such daintiness as mine!
C7 F
But when I am all alone,
For shortcomings I atone!
C7
No old frumps to stare like stone
F
Chops and chicken on my own!
C B C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
F
Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown,
"Soon, you'll have to settle down
C7
Have to wear your wedding gown
F
Be the strictest wife in town!"
C7 F
Well, it must come by-and-by
When wed, to keep quiet I'll try;
C7
But till then I shall not sigh,
F
I shall still go in for my
C B C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
C7 F
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
