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