G F# A B Sun she burns mean and big, G I think I'll go to Cafe Noir F# A B Big screen turns me on, G F# B I'm gonna be a western star, how hard can it be? I get my freon bingo Inside your coolly soft sarong Rolling on the moquette Inside a cul-de-sac kampong How hard can it be? Chorus: D E How hard can it be? A When you're a western star D E Shining and free? C#7 D Don't you know that a star burns best? E How hard can it be? F# B I said now, how hard can it be? She's so sentimental She's got my picture in her head The tool man is in her dreams I was lifted when she said "How hard can it be?" F# B And now he's headed skyward standing F# B up on piles of plywood and F# B all he thinks about is how he looks like F# B Heroes-period Bowie F# B and his figure blocks the light and he F# B takes away the night and F# B F# he's dancin' to the new bolero, yo soy un A B pistolero, I'm not G F# A shakin' in my boots, I'm ruler of this B G moon boy so if you move F# B I shoots how hard can it be? Chorus - x2 How hard can it be? Dancing to the new bolero Dancing to the new bolero Dancing to the new bolero Dancing to the new bolero Dancing to the new bolero | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#7 D E F# G B |