1949 taby ukulele według Lana Del Rey

D                                           Bm
Carry me up them stairs with my white socks on and my pretty song

                      D
You like my blue nail polish, "¿what is all this?" You say of the mess upstairs, don't be scared

D
Daddy, dearest, you know how I like to take trips 

Bm.                                    D
Pop first stop at the k-mart buy me my peach lip gloss

             Em
Cigarettes and lollypops for our trip across the USA

G.                         D.   A 
We're gonna party like it's 1949,

We're in the pontiac from July yo July

G.                      D.               A          
We're gonna see it all before he says goodbye 

We're gonna party like it's 1949.