Socialite

Intro D  Bm  G 



    D 
I'm always a drink away from a good day 
 D 
Put on some Jodeci, getting loose, aye 
   Bm 
I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher 
        G 
Maybe that's why they put up with all my bullshit 
       D 
And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, aye 
   D 
In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid 
       Bm 
Doing cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance 
   G 
I love my Prince with the Revolutions 



         A                                  G 
Getting hammered all alone, but don't feel bad for me 
         A                                 Em 
And my chauffeur drinks Patron, so call a cab for me 
          Gm 
And I'll leave 

 

 D               A 
Fuck me up, it's only a body 
 Bm          G 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
    D                   A 
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem 
 Bm          G 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 Bm     G 
Socia--lite 

( D  Bm  G ) 

  

D 
I'm feeling naughty up on a Sunday 
 D 
Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai 
     Bm 
I'm calling her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey 
       G 
It's crazy how well we get along 
              D 
My new best friend, I just met 
               D 
Now it's "Fuck everybody else" 
           Bm 
I know someone for six weekends 
           G 
And never talk to them again 

  

 A                                   G 
Call it what you want, it's such a tragedy 
   A                               Em 
I pulled a shorter straw, another casualty 
         Gm 
Guess I leave 

  

 D               A 
Fuck me up, it's only a body 
 Bm          G 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
    D                   A 
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem 
 Bm          G 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 D                 A 
Fuck me up, it's my birthday party 
 Bm          G 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
    D                  A 
So tell me something we got in common 
 Bm          G 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 Bm     G 
Socia--lite 
 Bm     G   Em 
Socia--lite