D B E D A D [Verse 1] D B My my my my Mitchell E What would your mama do A if she ever knew that you D A were fallin' round and carryin' on that way... D B Crackin' in heads and jumpin' in and out of beds E Bb A and hangin' round the criminal scene... D E D A D Do you think you are some kind of a star like the guys on the movie screen... [Interlude] D B E D A D [Verse 2] D B Well oh my my my Mitchell E What would your captain do? A If he knew you was hangin' around D A Eatin' with the crooks and shootin' up the town D B Know you been out there, roundin' up the syndicate E Fm succeedin' where the others have failed D B E Oh my my my Mitchell D A D You shoot 'em just to get 'em in jail [Bridge] F# B When they take a look in the record book, they will find you got a lot of class... E A Catching gangs, the whole shebang, arrestin' painted ladies for a little grass [Verse 3] D B Well, my my my Mr. Criminal E You better hide underground A 'Cause Mitchell's gonna be coming your way D A Just when you think you're safe, whoops you been found D B Messes with the ladies and beats up all the bad guys E F# Quicker than a greased can of lube D B It's a bird, it's a plane, E B It's the American dream D A D Like the guys on the TV tube [Outro] D B He's such a super dude, E B the American dream D A D Like the guys on the movie screen