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