Cifras
Tirando Lasca

Tom: C

Introdução: F    C7    F    

                                                                                                        C7  
Num entrevero desses de torcer o espinhaço
                                                                                                                          F  
No salão do Tio Horácio encontrei de novo a Chica
                                                                                                  C7  
Quase me bica e num jeitão bem debochado
                                                                                                             F  
Saímos os dois embolado igual galinha nanica
                                                                          C7  Bb  
Varo salão dançando meio mamau
                                              C7)                                                  F  
Me viro num pica-pau tirando lasca da Chica
                                C7  
Chiquinha véia
                                                  F  
Quando estala os zoinho
                                                        C7  
Se vai chacoiando as anca
                                                  F  
Quase que mata o veinho
                                                                                          C7  
Arranco felpa dessa paixão desgraçada
                                                                                                                             F  
E a chica véia aporreada é um piolho no meu cogote
                                                                                                          C7  
Que coisa séria como essa chiquinha é quente
                                                                                                             F  
Até parece dor de dente latejando num pinote
                                                                                  C7(  Bb)  
Bamo dançando e ela pela madrugada
                                                      C7)                                                                     F  
Que nem cobra mal matada enrosca em mim me dando bote
                                                                                        C7  
Sou cantador e levo a vida flauteada
                                                                                                                                  F  
Não me falta quase nada tendo a Chica, gaita e trago
                                                                                C7  
Aonde vou eu levo ela bem pintada
                                                                                                                        F  
Setenta quilos de balda tesouro desse índio vago
                                                                                                     C7(  Bb)  
Só se apartemo quando as vidas se acabarem
                                                 C7)                                                             F  
Ou quando se terminarem as bailantas do meu pago