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