Bel Air

            Dm                     
I'm wearin' sulfur perfume don't I 
      F
smell nice
C                                 
you come sniffin' round just like 
    Bb
you own the joint
              Dm                   
you know it's rude to point, don't 
                 F
make me tell you twice

        C
Well, I like the way you walk
             C7
that's why I left my door unlocked
           Dm
I must be goin' off half-cocked
            F
I sometimes do


Dm                  G           
well you think i'ts funny but I 
Dm               G
know it aint no joke
        Dm              G     
there's nothin' left to read in 
                 C              F
here, there's nothin' left to smoke
Dm         G                Dm  
before the band kicks in to get 
         G
a better start
F                                 
well, I'll stomp a mudhole in your
  C
 heart

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[Verse]

C                                 
Poured whisky in my Slurpee swear 
   Bb
to God, you got me drunk
                 Dm                
now I'm thinkin' that I'm sunk and 
                F
I can't swim
C               Bb
well I'm drownin' in the backseat of
 a '61 Bel Air
Dm                              F
I got a mouthful of your hair, a 
handful of skin

C
well, I aint suffocatin'
C7
I'm just sick and tired of waitin'
Dm
stop this pointless hesistatin'
F
and pull me in

Dm                  G           
There's an awful lot of stars 
Dm               G
out here, an awful lot of sky
        Dm              G         
I'm turnin' on the radio, they're 
             C              F
playin' Let it Ride
Dm                  G           
before the band kicks in to get 
Dm               G
a better start
F                       C
well, I'll stomp a mudhole in your 
heart

[Solo]

[Verse]

C
We could cruise the lake like 
psychos
C7
scare the kids on motorcycles
Dm                              F
there aint nothin' I would rather do
Dm                  G           
Well it's 3-D for the t.v., and 
Dm               G
it's empty on the street
Dm              G                
If it weren't for me and you, the
      C              F
 avenue'd be incomplete
Dm                  G           
And I should say this 'fore this
Dm               G
 whole thing even starts
F                       C
well, I'll stomp a mudhole in your 
heart
F                       C
well, I'll stomp a mudhole in your 
heart
F                           C
well, I'll stomp a mudhole in your