Loudon Wainwright III - Grown Man

      
 
                                     G 
 You got a grown man for a boyfriend,
          C                            G  
 So you better treat him just like a baby.
         D                       C            
 He's a saint on Sunday, he's a bum on Monday;
        D                         C   
 The rest of the week he's just crazy.
 
          G                         
 He's unpredictable, like an animal,
               C                           G   
 Proud as an eagle, big and strong like a bear;
           D                       C           
 He's a snake and a frog, he's a pig and a dog;
      C                                  D  
 There's a menagerie that's living in there.
 
                 G                           
 You'll be his princess--forever after, yes--
              C                        G       
 If you keep acting like you're always sixteen.
             D                              C   
 He is the king, ruling the kingdom's his thing;
 c D (don't you forget it)
 Just remember his mother is queen.
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 interlude A-----D--A E D----E You can pick these chords however you like.
 

 
              A                                    
 Sometimes he fools around when he goes out of town
                D                         A   
 But sooner or later he's bound to get caught.
  E                      D                     
 He loves coming home, but then he has to roam;
     D                              E       
 Mr. Ambivalence is the guy that you've got.
 
                 A                                 
 He's got some problems--no, you can't solve them--
         D                         A     
 He's got some goblins he can't exorcise.
          E                             D   
 Mostly he wants to cry, he's afraid to die,
 D                                        E   
 But he's living life like it's a booby prize.
 
           A                                   
 He wishes he were young, a little better hung,
       D                            A    
 And he's paranoid you feel that way too;
      E                            D    
 So reassure him, you'll never cure him,
 D                                     E  
 But he still needs his daily dose of you.
 
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