Тональность

 
Verse 1:   E G A G E  G A G D
         Huffman don't take no nonsense,
           E G A G E  G A G E
         He's here to rectify,
           E G A G E  G A G D
         He's got his black belt buckle,
           E G A G E  G A G
         And the red man's fire in his eye.
           
Chorus:    
           F           
          You with your switchblade posse,
           Bb
          I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
           F
          We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
           Bb
          Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.

Verse 2:  E G A G E  G A G D
         This party's over-rated,
          E G A G E  G A G E
         But there ain't shit else to do,
          E G A G E G A G E
         She's a lovin' on the boy from the city,
          E G A G E   
         I'll be lovin' him under my shoe.

Chorus:    F           
          You with your switchblade posse,
           Bb
          I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
           F
          We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
           Bb
          Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.

SOLO:     
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Outro:     F           
          You with your switchblade posse,
           Bb
          I'll get my guns from the sou-uth,
           F
          We'll take to the yard like a cockfight,
           Bb
          Four kicks whose strutting now-ow.