Am Dm Slow down, little girl G Am You've lost your way in this world Am Dm Slow down and start again E Am You'll feel much better in the end (Enter trumpets) Am Am "Annie's always been a live one," says the matroness Am She never cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her Dm She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress E Am She knows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets below. (Trumpets) Am Am Adele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent Am Guessed with her brains she could find a job in management Dm She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent E Counting other people's dough on the dark... streets below! (More trumpets) Am Dm Am E Am Dm Am So get up kid, you're not licked yet! E I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet E Am Dm Slooooooooow down, little girl G Am You've lost your way in this world Am Dm Slow down and start again G Am You'll feel much better in the end Am August's from the old country, came over on a ship Am It was like a floating oil drum, it barely made the trip Dm She knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit E Am Now she knows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets below E Am E These folks got nowhere left to go but the dark streets below AmE The dark streets below AmE The dark streets below AmE The dark streets below Am The dark streets below!