Chords for BABS GONZALES- THE BE-BOP SANTA CLAUS
Tempo:
129.6 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
A
B
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It [Eb] was the black before [Ab] Christmas and all [Db] through the dawn [Eb] the scene was deserted but
[Ab] for old pops and mom.
There they sat hung in their big easy chair, goof on eggnog, [F] sherry,
and beer.
Sis and little junior lie snoozing in bed while visions of Cadillacs [B] dancing their heads.
Moms jumped up [Bb] and said pops let's [C] quit at the bed.
[Am] We can't let Santa [A] dig us with our eyes all
[D] red.
Then out on the stoop, oh wee, such a [Eb] clatter, pops fled to [A] the porthole to see what was the
matter.
His heart did the jumps and he fell [Em] straight back when his glimmers [Db] fell on a red
[Cm] Cadillac.
[G] Stashed in front was a cat cool as any with a red beaver hat and a red cashmere [E] beanie.
His brown [Em] pads were suede shoes and his red tweed bind cost heavy [Ab] dues.
He wore a red on red shirt
[A] and a white mink tie, some crazy rim glasses that covered one eye.
[D] [Bbm]
Old pops peoples grew large,
round, and white as he dug this [B] crazy bit on Christmas Eve night.
The cat leaped from [C] his
short and he laid down his sack.
He began wailing like mad in the cool [B] apple jack.
[Ab]
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew [Bbm] and the cat in red followed on through.
[Ab] Pops was wigged
behind this crazy scene and before he was straight, [Abm] down came the cat right through the chimney [D] grate.
A bag of [A] jive he had on his back as he stood digging pops who was [Ab] blowing his stack.
His
eyeballs were hit by some cold black shade.
[G] When pops dug this action he knew this [Ab] cat was made.
A king-sized cigarette hung [C] from his chop as he [B] eased up close and sounded [Db] on pops.
[Ab]
I'm the bebop
Santa from the cool North Pole and I've been down since the days of old.
[A] I'm known all over from
here to eternity and a stud's mighty [Fm] square if he don't [Ab] dig me.
So cast our peoples [A] into my righteous
bag and see what insane [C] object I shall lay on [Ab] him.
Here's a record by [Gbm] Dez cut [B] when he was two.
A real boss
arrangement [E] of Ool-Ya-Coo.
[Ab] For moms a mink outfit, Chanel number five, and for you [Bb] little pitties [C] my
new book on [Gb] jive.
[Ab] So that's it pops, Santa did shout.
Then he buttoned his cashmere [Db] and quickly [Ab] cut
out.
Poor [E] pops was wigging and [Eb] he was out of his head [Ab] to dig this wild character who wore all the
red.
He ran to the table to cop him a drink [Bb] to quiet his nerves and [Eb] to help him to think.
Just
then from below he heard a voice shout, have a [Bbm] crazy cool [Eb] Christmas but [Bbm] don't get knocked out.
[Eb] [F] [Ab]
[Ab] for old pops and mom.
There they sat hung in their big easy chair, goof on eggnog, [F] sherry,
and beer.
Sis and little junior lie snoozing in bed while visions of Cadillacs [B] dancing their heads.
Moms jumped up [Bb] and said pops let's [C] quit at the bed.
[Am] We can't let Santa [A] dig us with our eyes all
[D] red.
Then out on the stoop, oh wee, such a [Eb] clatter, pops fled to [A] the porthole to see what was the
matter.
His heart did the jumps and he fell [Em] straight back when his glimmers [Db] fell on a red
[Cm] Cadillac.
[G] Stashed in front was a cat cool as any with a red beaver hat and a red cashmere [E] beanie.
His brown [Em] pads were suede shoes and his red tweed bind cost heavy [Ab] dues.
He wore a red on red shirt
[A] and a white mink tie, some crazy rim glasses that covered one eye.
[D] [Bbm]
Old pops peoples grew large,
round, and white as he dug this [B] crazy bit on Christmas Eve night.
The cat leaped from [C] his
short and he laid down his sack.
He began wailing like mad in the cool [B] apple jack.
[Ab]
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew [Bbm] and the cat in red followed on through.
[Ab] Pops was wigged
behind this crazy scene and before he was straight, [Abm] down came the cat right through the chimney [D] grate.
A bag of [A] jive he had on his back as he stood digging pops who was [Ab] blowing his stack.
His
eyeballs were hit by some cold black shade.
[G] When pops dug this action he knew this [Ab] cat was made.
A king-sized cigarette hung [C] from his chop as he [B] eased up close and sounded [Db] on pops.
[Ab]
I'm the bebop
Santa from the cool North Pole and I've been down since the days of old.
[A] I'm known all over from
here to eternity and a stud's mighty [Fm] square if he don't [Ab] dig me.
So cast our peoples [A] into my righteous
bag and see what insane [C] object I shall lay on [Ab] him.
Here's a record by [Gbm] Dez cut [B] when he was two.
A real boss
arrangement [E] of Ool-Ya-Coo.
[Ab] For moms a mink outfit, Chanel number five, and for you [Bb] little pitties [C] my
new book on [Gb] jive.
[Ab] So that's it pops, Santa did shout.
Then he buttoned his cashmere [Db] and quickly [Ab] cut
out.
Poor [E] pops was wigging and [Eb] he was out of his head [Ab] to dig this wild character who wore all the
red.
He ran to the table to cop him a drink [Bb] to quiet his nerves and [Eb] to help him to think.
Just
then from below he heard a voice shout, have a [Bbm] crazy cool [Eb] Christmas but [Bbm] don't get knocked out.
[Eb] [F] [Ab]
Key:
Ab
Eb
A
B
C
Ab
Eb
A
_ _ _ _ It [Eb] was the black before [Ab] Christmas and all [Db] through the dawn [Eb] the scene was deserted but
[Ab] for old pops and mom.
There they sat hung in their big easy chair, goof on eggnog, [F] sherry,
and beer.
Sis and little junior lie snoozing in bed while visions of Cadillacs [B] dancing their heads.
Moms jumped up [Bb] and said pops let's [C] quit at the bed.
[Am] We can't let Santa [A] dig us with our eyes all
[D] red.
Then out on the stoop, oh wee, such a [Eb] clatter, _ pops fled to [A] the porthole to see what was the
matter.
His heart did the jumps and he fell [Em] straight back when his glimmers [Db] fell on a red
[Cm] Cadillac. _ _
_ _ [G] Stashed in front was a cat cool as any with a red beaver hat and a red cashmere [E] beanie.
His brown [Em] pads were suede shoes and his red tweed bind cost heavy [Ab] dues.
_ He wore a red on red shirt
[A] and a white mink tie, some crazy rim glasses that covered one eye.
_ [D] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ Old pops peoples grew large,
round, and white as he dug this [B] crazy bit on Christmas Eve night.
The cat leaped from [C] his
short and he laid down his sack.
He began wailing like mad in the cool [B] apple jack.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew [Bbm] and the cat in red followed on through.
[Ab] Pops was wigged
behind this crazy scene and before he was straight, [Abm] down came the cat _ right through the chimney [D] grate.
_ _ A bag of [A] jive he had on his back as he stood digging pops who was [Ab] blowing his stack.
His
eyeballs were hit by some cold black shade.
[G] When pops dug this action he knew this [Ab] cat was made.
A king-sized cigarette hung [C] from his chop as he [B] eased up close and sounded [Db] on pops.
_ [Ab] _
_ I'm the bebop
Santa from the cool North Pole and I've been down since the days of old.
[A] I'm known all over from
here to eternity and a stud's mighty [Fm] square if he don't [Ab] dig me.
So cast our peoples [A] into my righteous
bag and see what insane [C] object I shall lay on [Ab] him.
_ _ Here's a record by [Gbm] Dez cut [B] when he was two.
A real boss
arrangement [E] of _ _ _ _ _ Ool-Ya-Coo.
_ [Ab] For moms a mink outfit, Chanel number five, and for you [Bb] little pitties [C] my
new book on [Gb] jive.
[Ab] So that's it pops, Santa did shout.
Then he buttoned his cashmere [Db] and quickly [Ab] cut
out.
Poor [E] pops was wigging and [Eb] he was out of his head [Ab] to dig this wild character who wore all the
red.
He ran to the table to cop him a drink [Bb] to quiet his nerves and [Eb] to help him to think.
Just
then from below he heard a voice shout, have a [Bbm] crazy cool [Eb] Christmas _ but [Bbm] don't get knocked out.
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Ab] for old pops and mom.
There they sat hung in their big easy chair, goof on eggnog, [F] sherry,
and beer.
Sis and little junior lie snoozing in bed while visions of Cadillacs [B] dancing their heads.
Moms jumped up [Bb] and said pops let's [C] quit at the bed.
[Am] We can't let Santa [A] dig us with our eyes all
[D] red.
Then out on the stoop, oh wee, such a [Eb] clatter, _ pops fled to [A] the porthole to see what was the
matter.
His heart did the jumps and he fell [Em] straight back when his glimmers [Db] fell on a red
[Cm] Cadillac. _ _
_ _ [G] Stashed in front was a cat cool as any with a red beaver hat and a red cashmere [E] beanie.
His brown [Em] pads were suede shoes and his red tweed bind cost heavy [Ab] dues.
_ He wore a red on red shirt
[A] and a white mink tie, some crazy rim glasses that covered one eye.
_ [D] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ Old pops peoples grew large,
round, and white as he dug this [B] crazy bit on Christmas Eve night.
The cat leaped from [C] his
short and he laid down his sack.
He began wailing like mad in the cool [B] apple jack.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew [Bbm] and the cat in red followed on through.
[Ab] Pops was wigged
behind this crazy scene and before he was straight, [Abm] down came the cat _ right through the chimney [D] grate.
_ _ A bag of [A] jive he had on his back as he stood digging pops who was [Ab] blowing his stack.
His
eyeballs were hit by some cold black shade.
[G] When pops dug this action he knew this [Ab] cat was made.
A king-sized cigarette hung [C] from his chop as he [B] eased up close and sounded [Db] on pops.
_ [Ab] _
_ I'm the bebop
Santa from the cool North Pole and I've been down since the days of old.
[A] I'm known all over from
here to eternity and a stud's mighty [Fm] square if he don't [Ab] dig me.
So cast our peoples [A] into my righteous
bag and see what insane [C] object I shall lay on [Ab] him.
_ _ Here's a record by [Gbm] Dez cut [B] when he was two.
A real boss
arrangement [E] of _ _ _ _ _ Ool-Ya-Coo.
_ [Ab] For moms a mink outfit, Chanel number five, and for you [Bb] little pitties [C] my
new book on [Gb] jive.
[Ab] So that's it pops, Santa did shout.
Then he buttoned his cashmere [Db] and quickly [Ab] cut
out.
Poor [E] pops was wigging and [Eb] he was out of his head [Ab] to dig this wild character who wore all the
red.
He ran to the table to cop him a drink [Bb] to quiet his nerves and [Eb] to help him to think.
Just
then from below he heard a voice shout, have a [Bbm] crazy cool [Eb] Christmas _ but [Bbm] don't get knocked out.
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _ _ _