Bm                   G
MAN:    Oh, it's six o'clock and it's time to rock
               Em              Am     Em
        And me head is beatin' like a drum
               Em                   G         Bm
        In the cold day light, ah I feel like shite
              G              C            Em
        And I can't remember last night's fun
        
                 G                D       G
        Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys
                    G                 Bm               Am        C
        Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
              G       Em                D          Bm
        And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night
                   Em           Am  Em
        Instead of drinkin' in America
        
              Em                    D         Bm
        Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
              G                 Em
        And I mix cement by the ton
                Em                       D         Bm
        With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
                  C             Am       Em
        Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
        
        G                         D            G
        Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road
                G                       Am
        Did she mean what she said last night
            Em                    D        Bm
        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        Em         Am  Em
        Livin' in America
        
        Em              D       Bm
        G               Em
        
              Em               D            Bm
WOMAN:  On me way downtown, I think of that clown
                Em             Am         Em
        And the things that he said last night
               Em                        D          Bm
        Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk
              Bm          Am        Em
        Oh, I must look a terrible sight
        
               G              D         G
        Put me makeup on as I watch the sun
             G         Bm      Am       C
        Rise high over Fordham Road
           Em                    D        Bm
BOTH:  Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        G          Am  Em
        Livin' in America
        
                Em                          D          Bm
WOMAN:  Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
                Am             Em
        And the yuppies are networkin' again
                    Em                             D    G
        Kiss their darlin's goodbye, "Oh, we'll be late tonight
               G                  Em
        But we should be home by eleven"
        
               G                D        G
        Oh, me little dears dry up your tears
             G                          Am C
BOTH:  Your parents are too busy makin' money
            Em                    D        Bm
        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        Em         Am  Em    
        Livin' in America
        
        C                             D
MAN:    Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek
        C                              D
        In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
        Em                               C
        No sick days or benefits and for Christ's sake don't get hurt
            Em                     Em
        The quacks over here won't patch you up
                    Em
        Unless they see the bucks upfront
        
        C                         D
WOMAN:  Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk
        C                          D
        Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house
           A                            C
BOTH:   Is this what I've been educated for
                    C              D
        To wipe the arse of every baby in America?
        
        Em              D
        Em              Em
        Em              D       Bm
        Em      Am      Em
        
        G               D       G
        G               Am
        Em              D       Bm
        Em      Am      Em
        
                Em                    D      Bm
MAN:    Now the day is done, take the subway home
                 Em              Am        Em
        Squashed up like some sardine in a can
               Em                     D
        In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam
                 Am             D     Em
        'Til I'm feelin' half myself again
        
               G                   D          G
        If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright
                     G             Bm               Am
        Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
                   Em                        D      Bm
        And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
                  C          Am  Em     G
        Now she's livin' in America
        
                Em                      D
WOMAN:  See him standing there with the ring in his ear
                Em                      Em
        And the grin on the side of his face
                 Em                     D           Bm
        With the fag in his mouth oh I should watch out
                 Em                        Em
        For they say that he's a real hard case
                 G                 D      G
        Should I take me chance or say no thanks?
                    G                              Am      C
BOTH:  Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
            Em                    D        Bm
        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        Em         Am  Em
        Livin' in America
            Em                    D
        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        G              Em
        Livin' in America
            Em                    D        Bm
        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        C              Em
        Livin' in America
            Em                    D
        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
        Em
        Livin' in America