Intro: Am G D G  Am G D  
 
Am                       D                        G       C5 G 
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling 
    Am                 D                           G       C5 G 
The clever glances she gives me can't help but be appealing 
             F         C             G 
She loves to ride into town with the top down 
          F           C             D  
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin 
    C     D       G 
She is my next of kin 
 
 
             C           D     G     
     I see a little more of me every day 
               C           D        G 
     I catch a little more mustache turnin' gray 
          F             C                    G 
     Your mother is the only other woman for me 
     C           D                     G 
     Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be  
 
Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders 

Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad Savannah 

I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes 

Someday she's gonna learn how to fly 

Oh that I won't deny 
 
Chorus: 

     I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way 

     I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray 

     Your mother's still the only other woman for me 

     Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? 
 
(Repeat Intro chords) 
 
Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down 

Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin 

She is my next of kin 
 
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling 

Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing 

I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes 

One day she's gonna learn how to fly 

That I won't deny 
 
Chorus: 

    I see a little more of me everyday 

    I feel a little more moustache turning gray 

    Your mother's still the only other woman for me 

    Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? 

    Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? 

    Little Miss Magic, just can't wait to see 
 

     C             G             D          G 
It's raining, it's pouring, your old man is snoring