Porta Potty

(início)

(Intro)
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G                     C
I fell in love in the portapotty line
G                          D
In the parking lot of some show.
G                      C
She was dancing round, clutching herself.
        G           D           G
She was waiting for her turn to go.
(Verse 1)
    G                                C
Her dreadlocks swung down like those shiny golden chains,
        G                       D
and she looked to be strong and brave.
   G                                C
My nose was filled with the bouquet of petula oil.
   G               D             G
It looks like that she had never shaved.
(Verse 2)
       G                    C
Well I knew right away that I was in love.
     G                   D
That she was the one for me.
     G                       C
Well I could not tell if she felt the same way,
    G           D          G
But I know that she had to pee.
(Chorus)
(Break)
(Verse 3)
    G                                 C
The sunlight shone bright through the sundress she wore,
    G                             D
and reflected off the ring in her nose.
    G                      C
Her ankle bells jingled as she danced around
       G            D          G
I felt proud of the line I had chose.
     G                             C
Then all of a sudden she could not take it no more
        G                             D
on that portapotty she wailed and she banged.
    G                         C
And as she started tipping it back and forth,
     G                D          G
Well I just raised my head and I sang.
(Chorus)
(Break)
     G                    C
That pretty little vacant sign showed her face,
   G                            D
as she flew right in like peter pan.
  G                  C
I wanted to be there when she was done,
   G            D               G
so I went and I peed behind the van.
     G                      C
Well I did not realize just how much had been drunk.
G                                   D
I stood there for the length of the song.
     G                      C
Well I zipped up, went back to that portapotty
G               D         G
my sweet little lover was gone.
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
G                      C
She was dancing round, clutching herself.
        G           D           G
She was waiting for her turn to go.

Note: This is not to pitch with the recording.