Danny Devito

E A E A You want something, it’s better than nothing oh E A B A You want something but it aint got much on you. E A E A E A B A E A Well you think you’re looking pretty fly with your suit and tie, E A E A B A Heading westbound yeah 95 going nowhere fast E A Spending all your cash on your gas, to be stuck at traffic at a bypass, E A But you grip the wheel steadfast, E A you know you can outlast this monotonous shit B A To pay college tuition for the couple of kids E A That you haven’t even had yet, but maybe someday, E A I heard that Debbie from HR remembered your name, E A B A I hear wedding bells for you all next May. E A No, I can't f**k around with that E A No, I can't f**k around with that E A No, I can't f**k around with that B A No I can't f**k with you. E A E A E A B A A E You know the sad truth is there’s no Lambo waiting for you C#m F# No house with a white picket fence A E Just a late-night stop at the drive thru C#m F# A E Nobody likes to hear their whole life is a cog in a machine C#m F# A E You can be self-important or righteous, but nobody’s at the answering machine A G# Yeah you can pretend there’s someone out there who would care to listen, C#m F# A A7 Or you could just be care free, not give a shit and join in on the fun you’re missing. E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that B A Yeah I could f**k with you. E A E A E A B A E A I’m less Miles Davis and more Danny Devito E A I don’t toot my own horn or ooze machismo E A No ego, no amigos, yeah I got no id, B A got a dad bod with no damn kids. E A E A Call me the silver fox, I rock what I got and I don’t stop E A B A Socks, and crocs and knock-off Rebox, my Christian mingle messages are through the roof E A E A Impress the ladies with my 92 coupe in blue with a smashed-in door that you gotta crawl through E A B A I ain't got the glamorous life, but whatcha gonna do? E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that B A Yeah I could f**k with you. E Yeah, I could f**k around with that A E A particular brand of crazy E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that B A Yeah I could f**k with you. E G5 A5 G5 E E G5 A5 G5 E E G5 A5 G5 E I pocket no delusions that I have control E G5 A5 G5 E I just got my haunts and my watering hole E G5 A5 G5 E I’ve got no cash or retirement goal, E G5 A7 But I’ve got ten fingers and a couple of blues chords E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that B A Yeah I could f**k with you. E Yeah, I could f**k around with that A E A particular brand of crazy E A Yeah, I could f**k around with that B A Yeah I could f**k with you. E A E A E A B A E