C E7 A7
The daughter of a man was a mammal
D G C G
She bore the mark of fire and of flame -- though they're both the same
C E7 A7
Born unto the age of the golden
D G C G
That golden age of endless loss and endless gain tralalala
C E7 A7
Now because my lips have split all the little children
D G C G
They are hiding front, in the middle, and in the behind
C E7 A7
And because my nose has froze, but i can keep on smelling
D G C G
I can smell my little day away i can smell my whole day away
C E7 A7
Now because my teeth don't bite, i can take 'em out dancing
D G C G
I can take my little teeth out and show 'em a real good time
C
A real good time good time a good time
G
A real good time good time a good time
C
A real good time good time a good time
G
A real good time good time a good time
C
. . . (eventually) A real good time!
