Intro: Dm C F Am F (2x)
    
    Dm              C 
The night's coming alive outside 
            F                   Am              F 
And there's me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh 
 Dm                     C 
Maybe I should join the escapade 
   F                          Am                 F 
Instead of staring down at this egg white page, uh huh 
        Dm                  C 
I could take a stool at the palace bar 
F                            Am           F 
Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh 
  D                 C 
I swear to god, she knows my name 
    F                    Am                         F 
She refuses to use it, to her we're all the same, uh huh 
        Dm                C 
I could buy a drink for a pretty girl 
      F                        Am                F 
Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh 
    Dm                C 
Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan 
F                       Am          F 
Them girls live in Never Never Land, uh huh, huh huh 
    Dm                C 
I'm better off with a girl my age 
  F             Am          F    
A spinster or a divorcée, uh huh 
     Dm             Am 
Well here I am, a divorcée too 
       F             Am              F 
With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh 
   Dm                     C 
I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in 
F                     Am        F 
Trying to find my next victim, uh huh, uh huh 
         Dm                          C 
It's the ugliest men think they can always do better 
             F                Am                 F 
They've been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh 

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh 
        Dm                 C 
I could saddle up with the town floozy 
    F                          Am                F 
And maybe she'd be thinking the same about me, uh huh, huh huh 
       Dm                 C 
We can march down Central Avenue 
  F                        Am               F 
A telltale parade for self-inflated youth, uh huh, uh huh 
   Dm                C 
In bed we can share emotional scars 
     F                 Am          F 
Your dead-eyed dad, my awol mom, uh huh 
   Dm                       C 
It doesn't matter if you're quick or not 
       F                  Am   Am  Am     F 
It's a competition of who gets who off 
   Dm   C   F   Am   F  
Uh huh 

Break: Dm  C  F  Am  F 

    Dm             C 
The night's coming alive outside 
     F                  Am                   F 
As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh 
   Dm              C 
My life is full of melody 
    F          Am          F 
But rarely ever harmony, uh huh 
   Dm           C 
So here I am, a desperate man 
   F             Am              F 
At 2 am with this tune in my head, uh huh 
  Dm                 C 
I don't need another foolish fling 
   F              Am   
As long as I got a song 
   Dm   C   F   Am   F 
Uh huh 
       Dm  C  F  Am  F 
Uh huh 
                                               Dm 
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh 
C           F    Am  F 
Ha ha ha ha ha ha 
                      Dm  C  F  Am  F 
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh