Chords used
   Dm  C   F*  Am  F   C/G
E|-1---x---x---x---1---x-|
B|-3---1---1---1---1---1-|
G|-2---0---2---2---2---0-|
D|-0---2---3---2---3---2-|
A|-x---3---3---0---3---3-|
E|-x---x---x-------1---3-|

NB - you can replace the C chords for C/G (see above), whichever you prefer

The whole song is just |Dm |C  |F* |Am |F  |F  |F  |F  |

Intro: Dm C F* Am F x2
   
    Dm              C
The night's coming alive outside
            F*                   Am              F
And there's me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh
 Dm                     C
Maybe I should join the escapade
   F*                          Am                 F
Instead of staring down at this egg white page, uh huh
        Dm                  C
I could take a stool at the palace bar
F*                            Am           F
Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh
  Dm                 C
I swear to god, she knows my name
    F*                    Am                         F
She refuses to use it, to her we're all the same, uh huh
        Dm                C
I could buy a drink for a pretty girl
      F*                        Am                F
Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh
    Dm                C
Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan
F*                       Am          F
Them girls live in Never Never Land, uh huh, huh huh
    Dm                C
I'm better off with a girl my age
  F*             Am          F   
A spinster or a divorcée, uh huh
     Dm             Am
Well here I am, a divorcée too
       F*             Am              F
With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh
   Dm                     C
I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in
F*                     Am        F
Trying to find my next victim, uh huh, uh huh
         Dm                          C
It's the ugliest men think they can always do better
             F*                Am                 F
They've been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
        Dm                 C
I could saddle up with the town floozy
    F*                          Am                F
And maybe she'd be thinking the same about me, uh huh, huh huh
       Dm                 C
We can march down Central Avenue
  F*                        Am               F
A telltale parade for self-inflated youth, uh huh, uh huh
   Dm                C
In bed we can share emotional scars
     F*                 Am          F
Your dead-eyed dad, my awol mom, uh huh
   Dm                       C
It doesn't matter if you're quick or not
       F*                  Am   Am  Am
It's a competition of who gets who off
   Dm   C   F*   Am   F 
Uh huh

Break: Dm  C  F*  Am  F

    Dm             C
The night's coming alive outside
     F*                  Am                   F
As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh
   Dm              C
My life is full of melody
    F*          Am          F
But rarely ever harmony, uh huh
   Dm           C
So here I am, a desperate man
   F*             Am              F
At 2 am with this tune in my head, uh huh
  Dm                 C
I don't need another foolish fling
   F*              Am  
As long as I got a song
   Dm   C   F*   Am   F
Uh huh
       Dm  C  F*  Am  F
Uh huh
                                               Dm
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
C           F*    Am  F
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
                      Dm  C  F*  Am  F
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh