| G | |
| A friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery |
| I shook my head because I knew he couldn't be right |
| Bb | C | |
| That's when I thought back to just last night |
| G | |
| When I got home, it wa | s maybe a little late |
| There was nary a crumb on nary a plate |
| There was no martini, no glass or grape |
| Bb | C | |
| It was then I sought to contemplate |
| Chorus |
| G | Bb | C | |
| Some things | my baby don't tolerate, no |
| G | Bb | C | |
| My baby don't tolerate, | no |
| G | Bb | C | G | |
| My baby don't tolerate | from | me |
| I said hello honey, how have you been |
| She said what could you possibly be doing until half past ten |
| And not being completely insensitive I could tell my ship had run aground |
| Cause when I puckered up she puckered down |
| Chorus |
| Solo |
| Now a small more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman that truly loves him |
| He might drift in despair during the ignorant, dumb misdoings of his dirty daily existence |
| But that's not me nosiree |
| I'm proof that true love will set you free |
| Chorus |
| Chorus |