Refrigerator

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