My wife - who I hastily called an “Angel” in another song here likes to screw with me by editing photos - like this.
You will find this song on the “that guy” album.
And, you can hear it here on YouTube for dirt cheap.
I’m a Guy
I don’t remember why I wrote this stuff. The reason was undoubtedly fleeting and feeble. It is just six true but unrelated stories with one exception and one declaration. The exception is… I’ve never been to Budapest. It just rhymes right. The declaration is that the man no longer wanting to be a woman is not about me. That was a news item about some ‘interesting’ guy in Germany. Otherwise, five true stories involving me.
C Em Am G
I tried to be magnificent, to be a decent guy but
Em F Dm G
My fly was open all day long. Not the best!
C E Am G
I woulda shook my head in disbelief. But, we were in Budapest.
C Am7 Gsus4/7 G
Was he peeing in that trash can while talking to me?” she asked
Yes, he was. There was no way he wasn’t.
You’d think we’d seen everything but, we hadn’t
“I don’t want to be a woman anymore”, he said
Might be your Nazi tattoo, or your fat Fu Manchu
“As women go, you’re a mess”, we said. “It’s not for you.”
F G Em C
Sometimes, we hear stories that we won’t believe
Am F Ab7 G
They’re all tall tales. None of them are true
C E F G
But, I am here to tell you, dear skeptic.
F Ab7 Fm7 C
The only tall tails that I know are on giraffes in the zoo
Instrumental Verse
“I got a new boyfriend. So… goodbye”, she said
She loves with all her heart… until she doesn’t
I was shocked. I was crushed, but I wasn’t
4 AM to the airport. Meeting at noon in Canada
Arrived on time but, she wasn’t impressed
“That meeting’s next week” she smirked. “See you then, I guess”
The toilet seat was cracked a bit. Sat down anyway.
It pinched my sack a bit - like vice grips. Oh my!?
This should have made me really cry but, I’m a guy
I’m a Guy