Intro (strummed slowly):
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I came down to the breakfast table, felt like I could die
F#m               E              D               E
Tried so hard but wasn't able to look you in the eye
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For I am feeling so much shame, yes I have brought disgrace
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Can tell I've soiled my good name by the look upon your face

A                  E          D         E
Well it seems last night, you caught me spankin' it 
A      E           D            E
No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
A        E           D     E
Dry your eyes, don't be so sad,
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If you could just forgive me, and talk to me dad

A                 E           D               E
I didn't hear you enter, no I didn't hear the door
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With my hand upon my member and my pants upon the floor
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Now burnt into your brain is an image you despise
A                    E                 D               E    E
Like blood and guts, starving kids and Stevie Wonder's eyes

A                  E          D         E
Well it seems last night, you caught me spankin' it 
A      E           D            E
No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
A        E           D     E
Dry your eyes, don't be so sad,
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But I wouldn't use those tissues- they've already been had

The look upon your face made my swollen gland diminish
so I said "could you close the door, I really want to finish"
Now daddy, I'm ashamed and I completely understand
If you never want to hug again or even shake my hand

Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it 
Dry your eyes, don't be so sad
Just because it was your bed- it's not that bad

When I was only seventeen, you told me it was dirty
So it must be really creepy when your kid is pushing thirty
But you cannot tell me dad, that you never had a whack 
At the thing that hangs below your belt and bumps into your sack

Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it 
Dry your eyes, don't be so sad
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But I wouldn't use those tissues- they've already been-
D                        E    N/C
Just because it was your bed- it's not that-
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Daddy, daddy please forgive me, and talk to me dad