Intro
G F#m
[Verse 1]
F#m Bm A
I pulled your pants off in the back of a Corsair
G F#m
And you looked at me like your father was there
Bm A
And shrugged your shoulders when you’d had enough
You said you’d done this before
Bm D A
But I can tell a bluff when it’s there!
E Bm
Now you’re shouting me up the stairs
D A
And your father’s too old to care
E Bm
And you take off your own underwear
D
Because we’re running a family.
G F#m
[Verse 2]
F#m
The miracle of life
Bm A
What have we done?
G F#m
We made a baby from a bottle of rum
Bm A
Doctor waved her at me saying “This child’s drunk!”
Bm D
She fell asleep in hospital woke up in the slum
A E Bm
And I’m sad when this beautiful girl calls me Dad
Bm D A
And she’s always too good to be bad
E Bm
But I have to get drunk to be glad
D
That I’m running this family.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
Bm A G D Bm
She looks more like you than you did
A
And I won’t be surprised
D A
If some day soon
D A
Some great baboon
D A
Will spend all afternoon
D A
Teaching baby new tunes
D A
With his trousers still strewn on my couch
E Bm
When they kissed I almost said “Ouch!”
D A
And she said “Me and Dwain are goin’ out.”
E Bm
But if she keeps up that pitiful pout
D
She will be running this family
[Outro]
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