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I'm all strung-out, and, my money's spent
A
Can't really tell ya' where last year went
D
But, I've given up paying my bills for Lent
G E B
My landlord, he says he wants his rent
A
Fuck 'em!
A E
Hey, now, the women they come, the women they go
A
The hens start to cackle when the cock starts to crow
A Dm
Hell, I take 'em in when the warm winds blow
E Em E A
But, I boot 'em in the ass once it starts to snow
E A
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck them!
A F# E
Yeah, got a letter from my folks, and, they say they're in debt
E A
They say that things are as bad as they can possibly get
F#m Am Dm
Y'know, I haven't answered that letter yet
Dm E
I might use it to light my cigarette
A
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck them!
A
What'd they ever do for me anyway?
E Em E
Threw me outta the house when I was twenty-nine years old
E
And cut off my allowance
A
Fuck 'em!
E E
Hey, a woman come around and handed me a line
F#m E A
About a lot of little orphan kids sufferin' and dyin'
D G E
Shit, I give her a quarter, cause one of 'em might be mine
E
Yeah, the rest of those bastards can keep right on cryin'
A
I mean, fuuuck kids!
E
Throw up on your shoulder, piss in your lap, Never give you nothing
A
Fuck 'em!
A F#m E
I had a fight last night with a big lumberjack
E A
I spent most the fight laying flat on my back
D
You know he beat me up fair, and, that's a fact
E B E
But, I busted his head as soon as he turned his back
E A
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck 'fair fighting'!
E A F E
Yeaaaaaah, y'know, my junkie buddy got the shakes again
A
He give me five bucks in the autumn rain
D
I'm supposed to bring back something to kill his pain,
Dm G E
heh, hehAw, shit! I took the bread and I jumped on a train'
E A
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck junkies!
E
Menace to society, break into your house, steal your TV set And go pawn it, and stick up gas stations,
A
then wanna get rehabilitated right next-door to you
A
Fuck them!
G E
Hey, I caught a cold, I'm chilled and wet
B
And, I'm coughing blood, and I'm short of breath
F B
And at the foot of my bed sits Old Man Death
He says: ' Hey Shel, ' he says, ' ain't you ready to go yet? 'And, I says... ' You're the Devil's
favorite pet! ' And, I says...'He's waitin' for ya...And, you're late...'And I says:
F A# F F
'FUUUUUUUUUCK HIM! LET THE MOTHER WAIT! I GOT THINGS I AIN'T DONE YET, AND BILLS I HAVEN'T NOT PAID!
I GOT PEOPLE I AIN'T FUCKED UP, AN' I GOT CHICKS THAT I HAVEN'T KNOCKED UP AND LEFT YET!
A# F A# F
I'VE GOT things TO DO...PLACES T' GO.... PEOPLE T' DO!HA HA-HA-HA!...'
How's that?
Written by Shel Silverstein