"Weird Al" Yankovic – Ricky (Guitar)

     B
[L:] Oh Ricky, you're so fine,

         A
     You play your bongos all the time,

         B
     Hey Ricky, hey Ricky!

     B
[R:] Oh Lucy, you're so fine,

     A                       B      B/D#     B/F#  B
     How I love tyo hear you whine!      Hey Lucy!

     B          A
[L:] Hey Ricky,

                B                          A
     You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right.

         B                           A
     You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night.

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     Stop shakin' your maraccas now and just turn out the light Ricky!

         B                             A
[R:] I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here,

            B                                    A
     'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer.

         B                                  A                         B B/D# B/F# B
     Why don't you serve your cassarole and make them disappear Lucy?

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[L:] Oh Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do?

         A                             B
     You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo.

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[R:] Oh Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue?

           A
     Well, here's to you Lucy,

                B
     I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let's babaloo Lucy!

     B          A
[L:] Hey Ricky,

                   B                        A
     You're always playin' at the club, you never let me go.

         B                                A
     I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' but you always tell me no.

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     Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky! Waaahh...

         B                             A
[R:] You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too.

         B                         A
     You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through.

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     You're such a crazy redhead I just don't know what to do Lucy!

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[L:] Oh Ricky, what a pity, don't you understand,

          A                           B
     That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned?

     E        A             E             B
[R:] Oh Lucy, I'm the latin leader of the band.

        A
     So here's to you Lucy,

               B
     Let's babaloo Lucy, too Lucy, everybody rumba!

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