(F)Look what they've done to my (Dmin)song.
It was the (C)only thing that (G)I could do, half right,
And it's (F)coming out all wrong Ma.
(C)Look what they've (G)done to my (C)song.
Wish
I could find a good book to live in,
Wish I could find a good book.
With a real good book I could loose myself
And never have to come out and look at,
Look what they've done to my song.
Look what they've done to my
brain Ma,
Look what they've done to my brain.
Well they've picked it like a chicken bone
'Til I think I'm half insane Ma.
Look what they've done to my brain.
Look what they've done to my
song Ma,
Look what they've done to my song.
Well they've wrapped it up in a plastic bag
And turned it upside down Ma.
Look what they've done to my song.
