| D | C | Db | D | |
| Jeremiah was a bullfrog, |
| D | C | Db | D | |
| Was a good friend of mine, |
| D7 | G | Bb6 | |
| Never under | stood a single | word he | said, |
| D | A7 | D | |
| But I | helped him a- | drinkin' his | wine, |
| G7 | A7 | D | |
| Yes, he | always had some | mighty fine | wine. |
| Chorus: |
| D | |
| Singing j | oy to the world, |
| A7 | D | |
| All the boys and g | irls now. |
| D7 | G | Bb6 | |
| Joy to the fishes in the | deep blue | sea, |
| D | A7 | D | |
| Joy to | you and | me. |
| If I were the king of the world, |
| Tell you what I'd do: |
| Throw away the cars and the bars and the wars, |
| And make sweet love to you. |
| Yes, I'd make sweet love to you. |
| Chorus. |
| You know I love the ladies, |
| Love to have my fun. |
| I'm a high night flyer and a rainbow rider, |
| A straight shootin' son-of-a-gun. |
| Yes, a straight shootin' son-of-a-gun. |
| Chorus. |