Am Dm Slow down, little girl G Am You've lost your way in this world Am Dm Slow down and start again E Am You'll feel much better in the end [Enter trumpets] Am Am "Annie's always been a live one," says the matroness Am She never cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her Dm She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress E Am She knows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets below. [Trumpets] Am Am Adele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent Am Guessed with her brains she could find a job in management Dm She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent E Counting other people's dough on the dark... streets below! [More trumpets] Am Dm Am E Am Dm Am So get up kid, you're not licked yet! E I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet E Am Dm Slooooooooow down, little girl G Am You've lost your way in this world Am Dm Slow down and start again G Am You'll feel much better in the end Am August's from the old country, came over on a ship Am It was like a floating oil drum, it barely made the trip Dm She knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit E Am Now she knows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets below E Am E These folks got nowhere left to go but the dark streets below Am E The dark streets below Am E The dark streets below Am E The dark streets below Am The dark streets below!