I Wanna Be A Gynecologist

E E Well I talk to my son until I'm blue in the face, A Aadd9 He's a rock n' roll bum, a family disgrace. E He lays around the house, smokes dope and masturbates, A B7 E Tell me son, what do you want to be? E Well your a worthless young s*** as i've ever seen, A Aadd9 You know there's much more to life then a c*** magazine. E I'll send you to college, you can earn your degree, A B7 E A E Tell me son what do you want to be? A E A E Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. A E KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight, A B7 E Seems like a good job for me. E Well I spoke to my wife, I said what can be done, A Aadd9 With this highly offensive excuse for a son? E He sits at the table, and he belches and he farts, A B7 E Then he drinks till he pukes, and he sleeps in his barf. E I went up to his room, didn't bother to knock, A Aadd9 I said 'Son we gotta have a talk, but please put away your cock.' E You're a livin' breathin' insult to society, A B7 E Tell me son what do you want to be? A E A E Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. A E KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight, A B7 E Seems like a good job for me. E Well I was proud of my son, he had earned his degree, A He's a geniune doctor of gynecology. E He's got an office and a nurse and patients galore, A B7 E Who could ask for anything more? E Dad, I ain't got a damn thing to be thankful for, A I got sixteen old ladies lined up outside the door. E They all smell like tuna fish, and they s*** on the floor, A B7 E To tell the truth, IT'S A BIG F***IN' BORE! A E A E I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. A E KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight, A B7 E It aint all that it's cracked up to be. A E A E I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. A E KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight, A B7 A E It aint all that it's cracked up to be.