Biker Joe Warren - I Wanna Be A Gynecologist
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| Band name | Biker Joe Warren |
| Song name | I Wanna Be A Gynecologist |
| Tab type | Piano tab |
| Added | 05/06/2008 |
| Size | 2.99 kb |
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Play this with a capo on 2nd fret.
Fll chord names and shapes are relative to position of capo.
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INTRO
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Well I talk to my son until I'm blue in the face,
F Fadd9
He's a rock n' roll bum, a family disgrace.
E
He lays around the house, smokes dope and masturbates,
F B7 E
Tell me son, what do you want to be?
E
Well your a worthless young s*** as i've ever seen,
F Fadd9
You know there's much more to life then a c*** magazine.
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I'll send you to college, you can earn your degree,
F B7 E F E
Tell me son what do you want to be?
F E F E
Bad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
F E
KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight,
F B7 E
Seems like a good job for me.
E
Well I spoke to my wife, I said what can be done,
F Fadd9
With this highly offensive excuse for a son?
E
He sits at the table, and he belches and he farts,
F B7 E
Then he drinks till he pukes, and he sleeps in his barf.
E
I went up to his room, didn't bother to knock,
F Fadd9
I said 'Son we gotta have a talk, but please put away your cock.'
E
You're a livin' breathin' insult to society,
F B7 E
Tell me son what do you want to be?
F E F E
Bad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
F E
KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight,
F B7 E
Seems like a good job for me.
E
Well I was proud of my son, he had earned his degree,
F
He's a geniune doctor of gynecology.
E
He's got an office and a nurse and patients galore,
F B7 E
Who could ask for anything more?
E
Bad, I ain't got a damn thing to be thankful for,
F
I got sixteen old ladies lined up outside the door.
E
They all smell like tuna fish, and they s*** on the floor,
F B7 E
To tell the truth, IT'S F BIE F***IN' BORE!
F E F E
I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
F E
KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight,
F B7 E
It aint all that it's cracked up to be.
F E F E
I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
F E
KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight,
F B7 F E
It aint all that it's cracked up to be.