The Rolling Stones - The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man: chords

E7
Sittin'  thinkin'  sinkin'  drinkin'
E7
Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight
A7
Smoking moping, maybe just hopin'
E7
Some little girl will pass on by
B7                         A7
Don't wanna be alone  but I love my girl at home
E7                      C7 B7
I remember what she said
E7
She said, "My, my, my don't tell lies!
E7
keep fidelity in your head!
A7
My, my, my, don't tell lies
E7
When you've done your show go to bed.
B7                                A7
Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly
E7                               C7 B7
Jump right ahead and you're dead!"

Sit up, fed up, low down go round
Down to the bar at the place I'm at
Sitting, drinking, superficially thinking
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
Then I said, "hi" like a spider to a fly
Remembering what my little girl said

She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
I would have run away but I was on my own
She told me later she's a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
And I said my, my, my like the spider to the fly
Jump right ahead in my web
          G
Well I'm waiting at the bus stop in downtown L.A.
         C7                                    G
Well I'm waiting at the bus stop in downtown L.A.
             D7             C7                G
But I'd much rather be on a boardwalk on Broadway

         G
Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
         C7                                     G
Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
       D7              C7               G
I'm an under assistant West Coast promo man

       G
Well I promo groups when they come into town
       C7                               G
Well I promo groups when they come into town
          D7                          C7             G
Well they laugh at my toupee, they're sure to put me down

         G
Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
         C7                                     G
Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
      D7               C7                         G
I'm a necessary talent behind every rock and roll band

Yeah, I'm sharp
                   C7
I'm really, really sharp
                  G
I sure do earn my pay
                           C7   G
Sitting on the beach every day, yeah

I'm real real sharp, yes I am
I got a Corvette and a seersucker suit
Yes I have

Here comes the bus, uh oh
I though I had a dime
Where's my dime
I know I have a dime somewhere
I'm pretty sure...