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.