A A A A
Theres a house on my street, and it looks real neat.
F F
I'm the chap who lives in it.
Theres a tree on the sidewalk, theres a car by the door.
I'll Go for a drive in it.
And when the wombat (??) comes, he will find me gone.
He'll look for a place to sit.
Chorus I:
G C A D G
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs.
C A D G
The dog's just bit my leg.
C A D G
My teen-aged daughter ran away.
C A D A
My fine young son has turned out gay.
Cut up my fingers in the door of my car.
How could I Do it?
My wife is proud to tell me of her love affairs.
How could she Do this to me?
Chorus I
Chorus II:
A G E B/A A G E B/A
And it would be OK on any other day. X2
Throw down the morning papers, and spill my tea.
I don't know whats wrong with me.
The cups and plates are in a conspiracy.
I'm covered in misery.
Chorus I
Chorus II X4
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