Chicago- Funny Honey Lyrics Chords

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_ _ [Ab] _ _ For her first number [E] miss Roxy Hart would like to sing a song of [Ab] love and devotion
dedicated to her dear husband [E] Amos
_ _ [Ab] _ _ Sometimes I'm right
Sometimes I'm wrong, [Fm] but he doesn't care
_ [Ab] He'll string
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He loves [Dbm] me so that funny [Cm] honey of mine
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_ [Ab] _ Sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I'm up, [Fm] but he follows round like [Ab] some droopy
_ [Db] He _ _ loves [Dbm] me so [Dbm] that [Ab] funny honey of mine
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] He ain't no [G] sheik
That's no great physique, and Lord [C] knows he ain't [Fm] got the smarts _
[Cm] But look at that soul, I tell you that hole [Bb] is a whole [E] lot greater [Eb] than the sum of his parts
_ _ And if you knew him like me, _ I know you'd agree
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What if the world slandered my name?
[Fm] Why he'd be right there [Ab] taking the [Db] blame?
He loves me [Dbm] so, and it all suits [Cm] me fine _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] That [Bbm] funny, [Cm] sunny, _ [Db] honey _ [Ab] of the arms
He [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
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loves [Db] _ _ me [Dbm] so, that _ funny [Ab] honey of mine
Name of deceased, Fred [C] Casely
Fred Casely?
How [Fm] could he be a burglar?
My wife knows him, he sold us our furniture
[Gm] _ He gave us 10% off
[G] Lord [C] knows he ain't got [Fm] the smarts
You told me he was a burglar
[Cm] You mean he was dead when you got home?
She had him covered in [F] the sheet, and she's telling me some cock and bull story about this [Bb] burglar
And how I ought to say I did it because I was sure to get off
[Eb] Help me, Amos, she says it's my goddamn hour of need
And now he's shot off his trap, [E] I can't stand that [A] sock
And I believe it, that trap of a trap
[Gbm] She's too fattening me up
I'm [A] protecting her now, she can swing for all I care
[D] Boy, I'm down at the garage working my claw [Dm] 14 hours a day
And she's out here munching on [Dbm] bonbons and trapping around like some goddamn floozy
[E] Thought she could pull the wool over [Bb] my eyes, huh?
I [Bm] wasn't born yesterday
I tell you, there's [D] some things a man just can't get
And this time she pushed [A] me too far
That [D] little shit-licker
Boy, [Am] what a sap I was _ _ _ _ _ _
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