(Converted to a really simple basis to play easier, though it doesn't differ a lot from
live acoustic version).

Intro: F G C Em Am

He's got lFooks that books take Gpages to tell
He's got aC face to make you Emfall on your Amknees
He's got Fmoney in the bank to Gthank and I guess
YoCu could think he'sEm livin' at eaAmse

Like loveFrs of the good book sGhow -- what's the matter
He's certFain there is so much Gmore -- what's the matter
While youF're wondering what thGe hell to do
Are yCou wishing you werEme ugly like mAme?

FBlame it on the girls who know whatG to do
EmBlame it on the boys who keep hittingAm/hating on you
FBlame it on your mother for the thiGngs she said
EmBlame it on your father but you know Amhe's dead

FBlame it on the girGls
EmBlame it on the bAmoys
FBlame it on the girGls
EmBlame it on the bAmoys

Life couldF be simple but you neGver fail
TCo complicate it evEmery single tiAmme
You could Fhave children and a wGife, a perfect little life
CBut you blow it onEm a bottle of Amwine

Like a babFy you're a stubborn cGhild -- what's the matter
Always looFking for an axe to grGind -- what's the matter
While you'Fre wondering what theG hell to do
We Cwere wishing we weEmre lucky likeAm you

Repeats chorus and the verses after that, without the "bridge" part (Like a baby...), to
to the second part of the chorus again (Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys...)

VeroMica