A7	
I got an apartment that’s more like a shoestring
D7
I lay six bills down a month
E7
I got a television with a busted picture tube
A7
And a crackerjack for lunch

Five strings broke on my brand new Guild
And I can’t find a pick for my life
Psycho chics I can’t seem to shake 
Are asking to be my wife

CHORUS

They never mentioned it in grade school
The slow collapse of my brain
If the bills keep coming and the kids don’t stop
I will surely go insane

I couldn’t find any nicer work 
So I ended up here in this dump
The food is lousy and the floor’s a mess
And the cook’s got a wooden leg stump

CHORUS

I’m searching for some diversion 
There’s nothing new in the Wurlitzer
I’m trying to find a song that help me forget
But every one in it’s about her

I gave me car its last rights today
It served me for well nigh on a year
I find my world has shrunk to walking distance 
And I only bother friends that are near

CHORUS: 
D7		       A7
Bring me back to my sandbox
E7	D7	            A7
Bring me some blankets and milk
        D9			    F#min
I am tired of the strawbed of maturity
E7	        D7	            A7
Let me sleep on a bed of silk  # copyright Joe Johnston