G              C       G               C
Baby i'm gonna have to give you up for Lent

G               C
You took all my credit cards

G               C
My money's been spent

G               C
You took out my Mercedes

G                          C
And brought it home with a dent

G              C       D               G
Baby i'm gonna have to give you up for Lent


G                     C
Well, ever since i've known you

D                  G
You've been pretty loose

G                   C
Especially when you get on

D                       G
The Wild Turkey and the juice

G                 C
I gave you enough rope

D                          G
To hang yourself with that noose

G                     F
i'm gonna send you to Morocco

C                         G
To go on and cook up some cous-cous

G
Hey, hey


CHORUS


You deserved my foot
But I gave you my hand
You asked for a boy
But I gave you a man
I took you to the beach
You said, "Ah, there's too much sand"
I'm gonna send you to Beijing
To go on and cook some moo goo gai pan
Hey, hey


CHORUS


You said you were bored
I said, "Hey, why not take up judo?"
You busted my collar bone
And you called me a puto
I thought you were intellectual
But you were just pseudo
I'm gonna send you to Acapulco
To go on and cook some menudo
Odelay!