| 4/4 |
| Intro |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C |
| Verse1 |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| On our block | all of | the guys call | her fl | amingo |
| C | D | G | C | D | G | |
| Cause her hair g | lows like the s | un and her eyes can | light the | sky |
| Verse 2 |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| When she moves she walks so | fine like a flamingo |
| C | D | G | C | D | G | |
| Crimson dress | that clings so | tight she's out of reach and | out of si | ght |
| Bridge |
| C | D | G | |
| When she walks by she brigh | tens up th | e neighbourhood |
| C | D | G | D | |
| Oh every guy wo | uld make her his | if he just could if sh | e just would |
| Verse 3 |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| Some sweet day I'll m | ake | her mine pretty fla | mingo |
| C | D | G | C | D | G | |
| Then ev | ery guy will envy me c | ause paradise is where | I'll b | e |
| Bridge |
| Verse 3 |