Tom: C
Introdução:
C F G
Father, father, won't you tell me, what's the meaning of death?
C F G
I'm only asking because you threatened, to kill the tee-ball reff
C F G
Father, father, put your dukes up, teach me how to fight
C F G
And is it true that we only descend from monkeys on my mother's side?
C F G
And father, father, father, teach me how to tie a fishing line
C F G
And how come you and Santa Claus are never in the same room at the dsame damn time?
C E Am F
Oh I watch you like a shooting star, no matter what you do
Dm C G C
Oh when I grow up, I wanna be like you
C F G
Father, father, won't you get the fuck out of my room
C F G
I swear to God it wasn't me that Googled the word boobs
C F G
And father, father, stop asking all my friends if they think I'm gay
C F G
I look exactly like you, it's not easy to get laid
C E Am F
Oh, you watch me like a shooting star, no matter what I do
Dm C G C
Oh when I grow up, I don't wanna be like you
C F G
Father, father, I'm so sorry for all the college exams I've failed
C F G
But it's 2AM and I'm hammered, I need you to get me out of jail
C F G
And father, father, I'm gonna be a father, I'm gonna have a son named Billy
C F G
I didn't follow the golden rule, I didn't wrap my willy
C E Am F
I'm gonna watch him like a shooting star, no matter what he do
Dm C G C
Cause when he grows up he's gonna be like me and you