Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci Mama(Chords)

	        
(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 
 
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be gentle with me, this was my first submission. 
 
 
 

	        

Written by David Briggs/James Reyne