C#m A
MAN: Oh, it's six o'clock and it's time to rock
F#m Bm F#m
And me head is beatin' like a drum
F#m A C#m
In the cold day light, ah I feel like shite
A D F#m
And I can't remember last night's fun
A E A
Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys
A C#m Bm D
Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
A F#m E C#m
And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night
F#m Bm F#m
Instead of drinkin' in America
F#m E C#m
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
A F#m
And I mix cement by the ton
F#m E C#m
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
D Bm F#m
Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
A E A
Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road
A Bm
Did she mean what she said last night
F#m E C#m
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
F#m Bm F#m
Livin' in America
F#m E C#m
A F#m
F#m E C#m
WOMAN: On me way downtown, I think of that clown
F#m Bm F#m
And the things that he said last night
F#m E C#m
Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk
C#m Bm F#m
Oh, I must look a terrible sight
A E A
Put me makeup on as I watch the sun
A C#m Bm D
Rise high over Fordham Road
F#m E C#m
BOTH: Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
A Bm F#m
Livin' in America
F#m E C#m
WOMAN: Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
Bm F#m
And the yuppies are networkin' again
F#m E A
Kiss their darlin's goodbye, "Oh, we'll be late tonight
A F#m
But we should be home by eleven"
A E A
Oh, me little dears dry up your tears
A Bm D
BOTH: Your parents are too busy makin' money
F#m E C#m
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
F#m Bm F#m
Livin' in America
D E
MAN: Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek
D E
In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
F#m D
No sick days or benefits and for Christ's sake don't get hurt
F#m F#m
The quacks over here won't patch you up
F#m
Unless they see the bucks upfront
D E
WOMAN: Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk
D E
Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house
B D
BOTH: Is this what I've been educated for
D E
To wipe the arse of every baby in America?
F#m E
F#m F#m
F#m E C#m
F#m Bm F#m
A E A
A Bm
F#m E C#m
F#m Bm F#m
F#m E C#m
MAN: Now the day is done, take the subway home
F#m Bm F#m
Squashed up like some sardine in a can
F#m E
In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam
Bm E F#m
'Til I'm feelin' half myself again
A E A
If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright
A C#m Bm
Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
F#m E C#m
And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
D Bm F#m A
Now she's livin' in America
F#m E
WOMAN: See him standing there with the ring in his ear
F#m F#m
And the grin on the side of his face
F#m E C#m
With the fag in his mouth oh I should watch out
F#m F#m
For they say that he's a real hard case
A E A
Should I take me chance or say no thanks?
A Bm D
BOTH: Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
F#m E C#m
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
F#m Bm F#m
Livin' in America
F#m E
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
A F#m
Livin' in America
F#m E C#m
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
D F#m
Livin' in America
F#m E
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
F#m
Livin' in America
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