Dead ringer for love    (video)    (midi)

 

    G - C - G - C - D (2x)  + G ~

 

                G

1. Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar,

                   G

    I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream, I need a car.

                         D                                                                   C

    You got me begging on my knees, c’mon and throw the dog a bone,

        Am                                            D                              D      D7

    a man he doesn’t live by rock ‘n’ roll and brew alone, baby baby.

 

  C                                 D

Rock ‘n’ roll and brew, rock ‘n’ roll and brew,

  G                                                    Em

they don’t mean a thing when I compare ‘em next to you,

  C                               D

rock ‘n’ roll and brew, rock ‘n’ roll and brew,

      G                                            Em

I know that you and I, oh, we got better things to do.

                       C                                                  D

I don’t know who you are, or what you do, or where you go

                       Em

when you’re around.

                     C                               D

I don’t know anything about you, baby,

                  G                                   C

but you’re everything I’m dreaming of,

    G                                                         D                           C

I don’t know who you are, but you’re a real dead ringer for love,

     D                            G

a real dead ringer for love.

 

              G

2. Ever since I can remember you been hanging round this joint,

                      G

    you been trying to look away, but now you finally got the point.

                 D                                                       C

    I don’t have to know your name and I won’t tell you what to do,

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Am                                           D

    but a girl - she doesn’t live by only rock ‘n’ roll and brew,

      D               D7

    baby baby, baby, baby.        

 

+  CHORUS     + G ~ ~

 

              D

(man:) Ooh, you got the kind of legs that do more than walk.

               G

(woman:) I don’t have to listen to your whimpering talk.

                       - D

(man:) Listen,        you got the kind of eyes that do more than see.

                 G

(woman:)       You got a lotta nerve to come on to me.

            C

(man:)       You got the kind of lips that do more than drink.

                G

(woman:)      You got the kind of mind that does less than think.

           Em

    But since I’m kinda lonely, my defenses are low,

                           Am

    why don’t you give it a shot and get it ready to go ?

           C

    I’m looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction,

         D

    I want to tell my daddy I’ll be missing in action.

 

              G

3. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been hanging round this joint,

            G

    my daddy never noticed, now he’ll finally get the point.

                         D                                                    C

    You got me beggin’ on my knees, c’mon and throw the dog a bone,

        Am                                           D

    a man he doesn’t live by rock ‘n’ roll and brew alone,

      D               D7

    baby baby, baby, baby.      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  C                                 D

Rock ‘n’ roll and brew, rock ‘n’ roll and brew,

      G                                            Em

I know that you and I, oh, we got better things to do.

  C                               D

rock ‘n’ roll and brew, rock ‘n’ roll and brew,

  G                                                    Em

they don’t mean a thing when I compare ‘em next to you,

                       C                                                  D

I don’t know who you are, or what you do, or where you go

                       Em

when you’re around.

                     C                               D

I don’t know anything about you, baby,

                  G                                   C

but you’re everything I’m dreaming of,

    G                                                         D                           C

I don’t know who you are, but you’re a real dead ringer for love,

     D                            G

a real dead ringer for love.

 

+  G ~ ~

 

    G

+       Dead ringer for love !

 

    G

+       Dead ringer for love (dead ringer) !  (12x)    + G

 

(orig. = capo 3rd; midi = capo 4th)    (Meat Loaf)