D                             G
All over this great big city, can’t find a woman who’s nice and pretty,
A7                                 D
They all look like a page in a magazine,
Legs are long and they eat like a sparrow,
G
Figures stick to the straight and narrow,
A7                                   D
Top and bottom are the same as in between.


[Chorus]
G                              D
Show me a pretty little number when she walks, she rolls like thunder,
A7                                     D   C7
Eyes as deep and dark as the deep blue sea,
G
Round right here and round right there
D
Pretty red lips and her very own hair,
A7                                      D
Wrap her up, she’s the natural girl for me.


[Verse 2]
D                                 G
Way down in a coffeehouse palace, met a little lady and her name was Alice
A7                                 D
She had friends and her friends had her, it seems,
Face was dirty and her sweater was baggy
G
Pants were tight and her hair was shaggy,
A7                                     D
I’ve seen her kind on college football teams.


[Chorus]
G                              D
Show me a pretty little number when she walks, she rolls like thunder,
A7                                     D    C7
Eyes as deep and dark as the deep blue sea,
G
Round right here and round right there
D
Pretty red lips and her very own hair,
A7                                      D
Wrap her up, she’s the natural girl for me.
 

[Verse 3]
D                             G
Way up in a penthouse pretty, thirteen miles up above the city
A7                                  D
I met a lady from a wealthy family, she could cuss like a real longshoreman,
G                                   A7                               D
She was making eyes at the doorman; she made a most unusual offer to me.


G  D  A7  D C7  G  D  A7  D

[Verse 4]
D                             G
Way up at a Broadway party, I met a little lady who was very arty
A7                                  D
She took me home to see her studio, she took out her paints and whispered to me
G                                   A7
She said that she wanted to “Do me”,
A7                                            D
And some of that paint will never come off, I know.


[Outro]
G                              D
Show me a pretty little number when she walks, she rolls like thunder,
A7                                     D
Eyes as deep and dark as the deep blue sea,
G
Round right here and round right there
D
Pretty red lips and her very own hair,
A7                                      D
Wrap her up, she’s the natural girl for me.
A7                                      D
Wrap her up, she’s the natural girl for me.