Standard (EADGBE)

I nailed ducks to the wall

Kept my heart in dark ruins

 I built bungalows all over the hills

 Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin

Took my girl to the country

To sleep out under the moon

 Next thing she's going crazy

  Women are like that kid

  What the hell can you do?

She waits for the real Mr. Right to come

Gently removing her heart

 With his promises of real communication

I saw a program about that on TV........

Who's always picking up the tab

 Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad

Me.....

 Who took you out to all the shows

 Who worked his fingers to the bone

Me....

 While you were asleep

It was me...I did

 I kept you in buttons and bows

Christ all those clothes

 So you could encourage this creep

 With his neat feet

 And his clean fingernails

 With his wise but twinkling eyes

 He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt

  Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot

 And compromise

I'd like to go on with this bit of a song

Describing this schmuck

 I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up

 [Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here]