F  Em


[Verse 1]
Em                                         Am      G
I pulled your pants off in the back of a Corsair
                                      F         Em
And you looked at me like your father was there
                                          Am          G
And shrugged your shoulders when you’d had enough

You said you’d done this before
Am                   C           G
But I can tell a bluff when it’s there!
           D                 Am
Now you’re shouting me up the stairs
         C                   G
And your father’s too old to care
        D                 Am
And you take off your own underwear
              C
Because we’re running a family.

F  Em


[Verse 2]
Em
The miracle of life
             Am        G
What have we done?
                                F      Em
We made a baby from a bottle of rum
                                            Am     G
Doctor waved her at me saying “This child’s drunk!”
                            Am             C
She fell asleep in hospital woke up in the slum
        G               D                     Am
And I’m sad when this beautiful girl calls me Dad
  Am      C                     G
And she’s always too good to be bad
      D                       Am
But I have to get drunk to be glad
         C
That I’m running this family.


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F   Em   Am   G    F    Em   Am   G


[Verse 3]
Am             G               F            C        Am
She looks more like you than you did
                G
And I won’t be surprised
   C        G
If some day soon
C           G
Some great baboon
           C     G
Will spend all afternoon
         C         G
Teaching baby new tunes
         C                          G
With his trousers still strewn on my couch
          D                    Am
When they kissed I almost said “Ouch!”
       C                       G
And she said “Me and Dwain are goin’ out.”
    D                            Am
But if she keeps up that pitiful pout
            C
She will be running this family