Frankie Sinatra - The Avalanches, guitar chords

Published: 2023-06-13 15:59
Selection chords: Sarah Harris

Chorus:
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

Verse:
Dm
Off his rocker, heʼs off his rocker
 Dm                    A
Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
 A
Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
A                          Dm
Only reefer swervinʼ over here while I’m driving
 Dm
Where your registration? OG license?
 Dm                            A
ʼCause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
  A
Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
  A                         Dm
White hoes callinʼ and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
  A      Dm
What? Whatever
Dm
Modern day Sammy how I wrote with that Sinatra
Dm                              A
All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
 A
Listeninʼ to salsa, rhythm of maracas
A                        Dm
M.I.A., Anna Nicole just sippinʼ in Sri Lanka
Dm
I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
Dm                                        A
Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert
A
And they gets no pay
       A                              Dm
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
      Dm                             F        A# A
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way

Chorus:
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

Verse:
Dm
Iʼm so high, youʼre so high
     Dm                         A
If I take another sniff then I just might die
 A
Take another sip then I just might lie
           A                         Dm
Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
Dm
Underground (n word), but on top of the world
Dm                                 A
Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
    A
So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
       A                             Dm        A Dm
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
A               Dm
Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
A                     Dm
Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
A Dm
    From more stocky stock
A                          Dm
Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
Dm
Thatʼs no poppycock, pirate
Dm                   A
We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
A
Dilate, or keep it one hundred
  A                                  Dm
From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
Dm
One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
Dm                                        A
Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
A
Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
A                        Dm                 A Dm
Or maybe he gonʼ sing Calypso like Farrakhan
                     Dm F A# A
Or Frank Sinatra, mon

Dm Dm A A A Dm x2
Dm Dm A

Outro:
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
Dm                   Dm           A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  A
Frankie, me boy, donʼt know
                      A                 Dm
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)
  A
Frankie, me boy, Iʼm sure
             A                 Dm
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