Standard (EADGBE)

 It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit

 freezes before it hits the ground.

 And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,

 'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.

 And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present

 to prove to you that what I said was real...

 For something small and frail and plastic, baby

 Cause cheap is how I feel.

 Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough

 to come up with an answer

 to the question why is it that every time I see you

 my love grows a little stronger.

 But your memory leaves my stomach turning,

 feeling like a liar about to be revealed...

 But I hoard all this to myself,

 Cause cheap is how I feel.

(guitar solo)

 It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-

 How I hate the shadows that they cast.

 And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing

 I'll always drag with me from my past.

 I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into

 and maybe strike a deal:

 Your body for my soul, face swap,

 Cause cheap is how I feel.

Keep on playing, gang.