Standard (EADGBE)

 He's got a face to make you fall on your knees

 He's got money in the bank to thank and I guess

 You could think he's livin' at ease

 Like lovers of the open shore -- what's the matter

 While you're sitting there with so much more -- what's the matter

 While you're wondering what the hell to be

 Are you wishing you were ugly like me?

Blame it on the girls who know what to do

Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you

Blame it on your mother for the things she said

Blame it on your father but you know he's dead

Blame it on the girls

Blame it on the boys

Blame it on the girls

Blame it on the boys

 Life could be simple but you never fail

 To complicate it every single time

 You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life

But you blow it on a bottle of wine

 Like a baby you're a stubborn child -- what's the matter

 Always looking for an axe to grind -- what's the matter

 While you're wondering what the hell to do

 We were wishing we were lucky like you

Blame it on the girls

Blame it on the boys

Blame it on the girls

Blame it on the boys

 Life could be simple but you never fail

 To complicate it every single time

 You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life

But you blow it on a bottle of wine

Blame it on the girls

Blame it on the boys

Blame it on the girls

Blame it on the boys