A                        D         A
When the sun goes down (sun goes down)
A                        D        A
And the bats are back to bed
A                        D        A
The brothers come 'round
A                        D        A
I get out of my dirty bed
A                        D       A
I shake my pretty little head
A                        D
Tap my pretty little feet
F#dim
Feeling brighter than sunlight
Adim
Louder than thunder
Bdim                  Ebdim
Bouncing like a yo-yo


A                     D      A
Don't got no problems (no problems)
A                     D      A
Ain't got no suitcase
A                                  D  A
Ain't got no clothes to worry about
A                              D           A
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up

A                       D  A
I just throw in my hand
A                            D
With the chilliest bunch in the land
F#dim
They don't look much
Adim
They sure chilly chilly
Bdim                     Ebdim
They positively glow, glow

A
Chilly down with the fire gang
D
Think small with the fire gang
F#m
Bad hep with the fire gang
F#dim         Adim     Bdim      Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down
A
Chilly down with the fire gang
D
Act tall with the fire gang
F#m
Good times, bad food
F#dim                  Adim       Bdim           Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down, chilly down

A
Drive you crazy, really lazy
Eye rollin', funky strollin'
E
Ball playin', hip swayin'
E
Trouble makin', booty shakin'
E
Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncing
E
Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing
E
Shoutin', screamin', double dealin'
E
Rockin', rollin' and a reelin'
E
With the mackin' sex appealin'
E
Can you dig our groovy feelin'?

A                          D   A
So when things get too tough
A                          D   A
And your chin is dragging on the ground
A                          D   A
And even down looks up
A                 D A
Bad luck
A                        D A
We can show you a good time
A                       D  A
And we don't charge nothin'
F#dim
Just strut your nasty stuff
Adim
Wiggle in the middle yeah
Bdim                        Ebdim
Get the town talkin', fire gang

A
Chilly down with the fire gang
D
Think small with the fire gang
F#m
Bad hep with the fire gang
F#dim   Adim   Bdim      Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down
A
Chilly down with the fire gang
D
Act tall with the fire gang
F#m
Good times, bad food
F#dim   Adim   Bdim      Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down