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Êîììåíòàðèé: “Dire Straits” (1978)
Wild West End
D D Em G
Steppin' out to Angellucci's, for my coffee beans
D D Em G
checking out the movies, and the magazines
D D Em G
waitress she watches me, crossing from the Barocco bar
D D Em G
I'm getting a pickup, for my steel guitar
D D Em G
I saw you walking out, Shaftsbury Avenue
D D Em G
excuse me talking, I wanna marry you
D D Em G
this is seventh heaven street to me, don't you be so proud
D D Em G
You're just another angel, in the crowd.
D D Em G
And I'm walking in the wild west end
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Walking in the wild west end
D D Em G D/A G/C /C D/
Walking with your wild best friend
And my conductress on the number nineteen, she was a honey
pink toenails and hands all dirty with the money
greasy greasy greasy hair, easy smile
made me feel nineteen, for awhile
and I went down to Chinatown
in the backroom it's a man's world, all the money go down
Duck inside the doorway, gotta duck to eat
right now feels all right now, you and me we can't beat walking -
Chorus
And a gogo, dancing girl, yes I saw her
the deejay, he say, here's Mandy for ya
I fell all right to see her, but she's paid to do that stuff
She's dancing high, I move on by, the close ups can get rough
when you're walking in the wild west end . . .
Chorus/Tag
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