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