A                   D          F#m           Bm 
Oh the shoes that I wear, cost nine cents an hour, 

      E                                                  A 
Which ain't Norwegian union scale, but hell you know I'm there, 

       D                 F#m            Bm 
They retire when they're twenty, with a house on a fjord, 

    E                   E               E               A 
And when they're out of money they just go and get some more, 


       D            F#m           Bm           Bm 
And if you think it though you'll find as I've found, 

           E                  E            A 
There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round. 


       A          D            F#m           Bm 
And if all the Chinese hit the brakes at one time, 

    E             E             E         A 
The whole goddamn planet, would stop on a dime, 

    D              F#m              Bm               Bm 
The one side would burn up, and the other side would freeze,  

      E                    E            E            A 
So if you feel the need to pity someone you can pity me. 


       D            F#m           Bm           Bm 
And if you think it though you'll find as I've found, 

           E                  E            A 
There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round. 


        A             D        F#m       Bm 
And the moral of this story is perfectly clear, 

      E                 E             E               A 
While one guy walks the other sits on daddy's lap and steers, 

    D                 F#m            Bm              Bm 
The one cup's made of silver and the other's made of clay, 

    E               E                    E       A 
The rich don't ever seem to know they're rich anyway, 


       D            F#m           Bm           Bm 
And if you think it though you'll find as I've found, 

           E                  E            A 
There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round. 


       A           D                F#m              Bm  
And if we all bred ponies or sailed boats across the sea,  

E             E             E               A 
Imagine for a minute what a mess that would be, 

      D                   F#m                 Bm                 Bm 
Cause who would drive the garbage trucks, and who would sing the blues, 

    E                   E             E             A 
And how could guys like me afford, to buy a pair of shoes,  


       D            F#m           Bm           Bm 
And if you think it though you'll find as I've found, 

           E                  E            A 
There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round. 


       D            F#m           Bm           Bm 
And if you think it though you'll find as I've found, 

           E                  E            A 
There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round.