Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo

     C
In a tiny, tiny southern Swedish country town
    Am
Two acres of field and a gas station
  F
Riding on my moped, looking for fun
   G
Staring into the blood red sun
        C
On the country road is a boulevard
      Am
With neon lights and night open bars
F
In my jacket a pack of playing cards
      G
Just jacks, jokers, and the queen of hearts

[Chorus]
F
  My heart is beating
Em
Beating like Ringo
Dm                   G
  As I pull into the drive-in bingo

[Interlude]
C Am F G x2

[Verse 2]
           C                                                          Am
Why do the people in the country want to look like the people in the city?

When the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty
F                                                          G
I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts and saggy jeans all covered in dirt
           C
I want the people in the country to be open and kind
    Am
But most times I've met those with a narrow mind
       F
With a big black dog to bite your behind
        G
If they ever find out you're not one of their kind

[Chorus]
F                         Em
  All these thoughts as I open up a Zingo
Dm                     G
  Friday night at the drive-in bingo

[Interlude]
C Am F G x2

[Bridge]
Dm                            G
  So this is what they do out here for fun?
C                               F7      F
  They play bingo and let their engines run?
Dm                                      G
  Tonight's jackpot is a pig, hey that's criminal!
C                        F7        F
  G-42! Ooh, I'm going diagonal!
Dm                                G
  I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends
                            Em
As many fits into an army tent
                                       E
Just bring our savings and a bottle of wine
              F                   C       Am
To the Friday night's reversal of time!

[Verse 3]
            C
This little south-west village shouldn't cost that much
   F                 n.c.
Maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks

We could have wild, wild parties in that big old lodge
                                G
And the windmill's perfect for movies and such
          C
We could fake our deaths to get insurance money
             Am
And take on hippie names I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny
         F
We could start a little farm with little white bunnies
              G
Just because watching them copulate is very funny
           C
There's a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you!
            Am
A glass of apple cider just waiting for you!
              F
The smell of 1952 just waiting for you!
    G
And all I'm doing here is just waiting for you...

[Chorus]
 F                Em
  A daydream, I'm caught up in limbo
Dm                    G
  Friday night at the drive-in bingo

[Outro]
C Am F G x4
C