D                      Bm               G               D
He's got papers on his desktop, they're stacked up in a bunch
D                  Bm                  G             A
Dagwood worked for decades, he's never been promoted once 
Bm                D                G  A     D        
Blondie's got the lunch crowd in a catering cafe 
      G               D                           A    
She's tired of making meatloaf, it's time to get away
    Bm             G                         D           A
Hey Blondie you're looking pretty good for a girl who's 82
    Bm             G              D             A  
Hey Blondie out of all those high society women, he chose you 
    Bm          G                        D              A  
And Dagwood get off the couch, don't you fall asleep so soon 
         Em                  G        A                  D
You gotta take her up on the roof and take a look at the moon


Dagwood's not the morning guy so he makes the car pool late
The bossman cut vacation back and he never gets a break
The fashion cleaner lady says I hope you're not upset 
But your wife picked up the laundry, she's afraid you'd forget

Chorus

Black and white on workdays, how fast the weekend flies
Sunday morning colors help to open up our eyes
She says I love you Dagwood and with that love comes trust
I think a little bit of rooftop romance just might do the trick for us

Chorus

I've got trouble on my T.V, I got bad news in my car
I can always count on those two cause I know right where they are 
So I flip on past the real world spill my coffee on the page 
And I find that some old couple whose true love won't ever change

Chorus