Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci Mama

(as with all James Reyne songs, I apologise if I didn't get the lyrics right!!) :) Finger picked in a simple arpeggio is better that strumming this one. Intro: C Dm F Am Amsus2 G C Dm Everyday I see you wearing things, F Am that have never been worn before, G Am Am/B C While your children at the government schools send money for the poor. C Dm And all you buy you bargained for, F Am With your little mind, G So that from your silks down to your palimony Am Am/B C You're tre tre elegance. (Chorus) G Dm So it's the back beach in the summer, Em Am The chalet for the snow F You poor C G You got really no place to go (verse) Antiques flown in from Venice Fill your house upon the hill While your money sold the soul of rock'n roll For some cheap disco thrill. I've seen your peers pouting over beers The loneliness it shows Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality Bought in Toorak Road. (Chorus) So it's the back beach in the summer, The chalet for the snow You poor Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci mama You got really no place to go F Em Inside the empty castle Dm Am Your lonely heart will dwell Bb Am The life that she's been losing Ab G Like some stoney bagged motel F Em The loving that you never found Dm Am don't know the reason why Bb Am Ab You poor Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci mama G C Don't you cry From d.magoo@optusnet.com.au be gentle with me, this was my first submission.