Tom: C
C Am
Got tuna-fish in my pocket
F C
Butter on my sleeves
Am
Eggs tucked in my dungarees
F G
Socks are full of cheese
C Am F G
You might call me crazy but this is not a joke
Refrão:
C Am F C
My 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator broke
My 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator broke
C Am
Why should I throw my food away
F C
Why should it go to waste
C Am
That would not be clever
F G
Not be in good taste
C Am
I’ll stand out in the cold all night
F G
It’s tought but I’ve adjusted
Refrão:
C Am F C
My 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator Busted
My 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator Busted
F G C Am
My 'fridgerator busted but I won’t sing the blues
F C
Carrots on my curlers
G F Am
Potatoes on my shoes
C Am
Bacon in my cowboy boots
F C
In my hat’s a beer
C Am
Pickles tucked behind my ears
F G
A roast strapped to my rear
C Am F G
Might I raise my armpit and offer you a coke
Refrão:
C Am F C
My 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator Busted
My 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator, 'fridgerator Busted
