The Manhattan Transfer foi o resultado de muitos anos e muita persistência do cantor e fundador Tim Hauser (voz:baixo), cuja história remonta a um grupo de "doo-wop" chamado "Criterions" quando Tim ainda tinha 15 anos.
Posteriormente, Tim formou o primeiro Manhattan Transfer com cinco membros e gravou um obscuro disco. Essa primeira versão do grupo acabou em 1971.
The Manhattan Transfer, como o conhecemos, renasceu como quarteto com Janis Siegel (voz:Alto)
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Cmaj9Fmaj9 The fool screams, 'no more!' Cmaj9Fmaj9 He grabs his shirt and hits the door Cmaj9Fmaj9 What she needs from him he ig nores. Cmaj9Fmaj9Cmaj9Fmaj9 It's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. (Oh it's a ...) Abmaj7/BbEbmaj9 Blast the radi o. Gbmaj7/AbDbmaj9 The hits just come and go. Abmaj7/BbEbmaj9 black out what he knows that he has blown G11 (That he has blown...)
verse 2
Cmaj9Fmaj9 The night hangs it's head Cmaj9Fmaj9 As the fool crawls into bed. Cmaj9Fmaj9 Still his hungry heart begs to be fed Cmaj9 All the words she once said Fmaj9 (That she said. That she said. That she said.) Abmaj9/BbEbmaj9 So then he grabs his Chevro let Gmaj7/AbDbmaj9 In one more attempt to get away Abmaj7/BbEbmaj9 But the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay G11 lay in his way.
chorus
Fmaj9E7+9 He can shake the blues, Am7Gm7 But you know he still can get confused. Fmaj9G11 It seems like such a waste Cmaj9 'Cause he can't shake her. C11 Shake her
Chorus
Fmaj9E7+9 He can shake his tail, Am7Gm7 But you know his moves are getting stale Fmaj9G11 He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake Cmaj9 That he can't shake her. G11 He can't shake her. Cmaj9 No, he can't shake her.
Solo on verse and choruc
Romance falls like rain But all the motives are insane Everytime that he plays the game he feels the pain (He feels the pain. Who is to blame? Who is to blame?) He finds a joint that's jive Guys are spinning girls like 45's. All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so high He knows he is beat As his heart puts on the heat Run from the street that don't even fit his feet (Don't fit his feet. Now he can see. Now he can really see) Tell him here's a telephone He can beg to let the fool come home He tells her that his life's a drag alone (Can't be alone)
He can shake the blues, But you know he still can get confused. It seems like such a waste 'Cause he can't shake her. He can shake his tail, But you know his moves are getting stale He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake That he can't shake her.