Chords for BOBBY BARE " THE DIET SONG " FUNNY & TRUE!!
Tempo:
62.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
No jam, no butter, no jelly, [A] no jam.
Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks.
No booze, no potatoes, [D] no ham.
Dinner, one chicken wing, broiled, not fried.
No gravy, no biscuits, [G] no pie.
And it's diet and [D] diet and diet and diet,
[A] and sure is a rough way to die.
[D] Oh, pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, [A] and that's all.
Turn off the TV, that Big Mac commercial,
it's driving me [D] right up, and I'm thinking of French fries,
sausage and waffles, spaghetti and [G] cookies and cake.
And each night I'm [D] dreaming of chocolate ice [A] cream,
and I'm starving to [D] death when I wake.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
Supper, two pieces of cauliflower rolls,
a beef steak the [A] size of a nail.
One sliced tomato, a small nabba slaw,
I swear I ate [D] better in jail.
Stop eating that pizza right under my nose,
girl, that's the [G] least you can do.
Put down that candy [D] bar while I'm singing,
[A] I'm starving, my buns [D] all food.
You're fixing the kids all those cream mashed potatoes,
but it's bouillon and water [A] for me.
Now you got a lock on the refrigerator,
Lord knows where you're [D] hiding the key.
While I'm starving for food late at night,
I'm starving for loving [G] from you.
But you say that when I [D] can see my own point,
[A] you'll be glad to look [D] at it too.
So pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, and [A] that's all.
You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons
are driving me right [D] up the wall.
Now when I'm dead with inches to play,
you look down at me and [G] you grin.
You say, well, the boy tried [D] and he suffered and died,
[A] but don't he look good [D] when he's thin?
Oh, my, [G] this diet and [D] diet and diet and [A] diet
sure is rough [D] when you die.
No jam, no butter, no jelly, [A] no jam.
Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks.
No booze, no potatoes, [D] no ham.
Dinner, one chicken wing, broiled, not fried.
No gravy, no biscuits, [G] no pie.
And it's diet and [D] diet and diet and diet,
[A] and sure is a rough way to die.
[D] Oh, pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, [A] and that's all.
Turn off the TV, that Big Mac commercial,
it's driving me [D] right up, and I'm thinking of French fries,
sausage and waffles, spaghetti and [G] cookies and cake.
And each night I'm [D] dreaming of chocolate ice [A] cream,
and I'm starving to [D] death when I wake.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
Supper, two pieces of cauliflower rolls,
a beef steak the [A] size of a nail.
One sliced tomato, a small nabba slaw,
I swear I ate [D] better in jail.
Stop eating that pizza right under my nose,
girl, that's the [G] least you can do.
Put down that candy [D] bar while I'm singing,
[A] I'm starving, my buns [D] all food.
You're fixing the kids all those cream mashed potatoes,
but it's bouillon and water [A] for me.
Now you got a lock on the refrigerator,
Lord knows where you're [D] hiding the key.
While I'm starving for food late at night,
I'm starving for loving [G] from you.
But you say that when I [D] can see my own point,
[A] you'll be glad to look [D] at it too.
So pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, and [A] that's all.
You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons
are driving me right [D] up the wall.
Now when I'm dead with inches to play,
you look down at me and [G] you grin.
You say, well, the boy tried [D] and he suffered and died,
[A] but don't he look good [D] when he's thin?
Oh, my, [G] this diet and [D] diet and diet and [A] diet
sure is rough [D] when you die.
Key:
D
A
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D
A
G
D
A
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ No jam, no butter, no jelly, [A] no jam.
Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks.
No booze, no potatoes, [D] no ham.
Dinner, one chicken wing, broiled, not fried.
No gravy, no biscuits, [G] no pie.
And it's diet and [D] diet and diet and diet,
[A] and sure is a rough way to die.
[D] Oh, pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, [A] and that's all.
Turn off the TV, that Big Mac commercial,
it's driving me [D] right up, and I'm thinking of French fries,
sausage and waffles, spaghetti and [G] cookies and cake.
And each night I'm [D] dreaming of chocolate ice [A] cream,
and I'm starving to [D] death when I wake.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
Supper, two pieces of cauliflower rolls,
a beef steak the [A] size of a nail.
One sliced tomato, a small nabba slaw,
I swear I ate [D] better in jail.
Stop eating that pizza right under my nose,
girl, that's the [G] least you can do.
Put down that candy [D] bar while I'm singing,
[A] I'm starving, my buns [D] all food.
You're fixing the kids all those cream mashed potatoes,
but it's bouillon and water [A] for me.
Now you got a lock on the refrigerator,
Lord knows where you're [D] hiding the key.
While I'm starving for food late at night,
I'm starving for loving [G] from you.
But you say that when I [D] can see my own point,
[A] you'll be glad to look [D] at it too.
So pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, and [A] that's all.
You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons
are driving me right [D] up the wall.
Now when I'm dead with inches to play,
you look down at me and [G] you grin.
You say, well, the boy tried [D] and he suffered and died,
[A] but don't he look good [D] when he's thin?
Oh, my, [G] this diet and [D] diet and diet and [A] diet
sure is rough [D] when you die.
_ _ _ No jam, no butter, no jelly, [A] no jam.
Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks.
No booze, no potatoes, [D] no ham.
Dinner, one chicken wing, broiled, not fried.
No gravy, no biscuits, [G] no pie.
And it's diet and [D] diet and diet and diet,
[A] and sure is a rough way to die.
[D] Oh, pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, [A] and that's all.
Turn off the TV, that Big Mac commercial,
it's driving me [D] right up, and I'm thinking of French fries,
sausage and waffles, spaghetti and [G] cookies and cake.
And each night I'm [D] dreaming of chocolate ice [A] cream,
and I'm starving to [D] death when I wake.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
Supper, two pieces of cauliflower rolls,
a beef steak the [A] size of a nail.
One sliced tomato, a small nabba slaw,
I swear I ate [D] better in jail.
Stop eating that pizza right under my nose,
girl, that's the [G] least you can do.
Put down that candy [D] bar while I'm singing,
[A] I'm starving, my buns [D] all food.
You're fixing the kids all those cream mashed potatoes,
but it's bouillon and water [A] for me.
Now you got a lock on the refrigerator,
Lord knows where you're [D] hiding the key.
While I'm starving for food late at night,
I'm starving for loving [G] from you.
But you say that when I [D] can see my own point,
[A] you'll be glad to look [D] at it too.
So pass me a carrot, you peel me a prune,
a glass of skim milk, and [A] that's all.
You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons
are driving me right [D] up the wall.
Now when I'm dead with inches to play,
you look down at me and [G] you grin.
You say, well, the boy tried [D] and he suffered and died,
[A] but don't he look good [D] when he's thin?
Oh, my, [G] this diet and [D] diet and diet and [A] diet
sure is rough [D] when you die.