[Em]Mother, Father, [D]I'm here in the [Em]zoo.
[D/F#]I can't come [Em]home 'cause [D/A]I've grown up to[Em]o soon.
[Em]I got my sentence, [D]I got my com[Em]mand.
They sai[D/F#]d they'd make me [Em]major if I [A]met all their demands.
[G]I could be a [D/F#]corp'ral into [A]corp'ral punishment,
[G]Or the gen'ral [D/F#]manager of a[A] large establishment.
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[G]They pat some good boys [D/F#]on the back and [A]put some to the rod,
But I never thought they'd put me in the [Em]goon squad.[D] [Em]
They've [C]come to look you [G]over and they're [D]giving you the [G]eye.
[Em]Goon squad[D] [Em]
They [C]want you to come [G]out to play ; you'd [D]better say good[G]bye.
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Some grow just like their dads and some grow up too tall.
Some go drinking with the lads. Some don't grow up at all.
And you must find the proper place for everything you see.
But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me.
I could join a chain of males or be the missing link,
Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink.
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Mother, Father, I'm doing so well.
I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell.
I fit in a little dedication with one eye on the clock.
They caught you under medication. You could be in for a shock.
Thinking up the alibis that everyone's forgotten,
Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten.
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[D/F#]I can't come [Em]home 'cause [D/A]I've grown up to[Em]o soon.
[Em]I got my sentence, [D]I got my com[Em]mand.
They sai[D/F#]d they'd make me [Em]major if I [A]met all their demands.
[G]I could be a [D/F#]corp'ral into [A]corp'ral punishment,
[G]Or the gen'ral [D/F#]manager of a[A] large establishment.
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[G]They pat some good boys [D/F#]on the back and [A]put some to the rod,
But I never thought they'd put me in the [Em]goon squad.[D] [Em]
They've [C]come to look you [G]over and they're [D]giving you the [G]eye.
[Em]Goon squad[D] [Em]
They [C]want you to come [G]out to play ; you'd [D]better say good[G]bye.
| [Em] | [Em] | [Em] | [Em] |
Some grow just like their dads and some grow up too tall.
Some go drinking with the lads. Some don't grow up at all.
And you must find the proper place for everything you see.
But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me.
I could join a chain of males or be the missing link,
Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink.
[CHORUS]
Mother, Father, I'm doing so well.
I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell.
I fit in a little dedication with one eye on the clock.
They caught you under medication. You could be in for a shock.
Thinking up the alibis that everyone's forgotten,
Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten.
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| [Em] | [Em] | [Em] | [Em] |
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