F# B
1. Okay, I could live without it,
F# B
Were you ever my age? No, I doubt it.
F# B
A native American feather;
F# B
But Generals look better in leather.
F# B
R: Blow, blow, blow it up!
F# B
Blow, blow, blow it up!
F# B
Blow, blow, blow it up!
B C# F#
Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!
2. Shipping out his son on the weekend,
But you don't feel as young with a girlfriend,
I'm bored trying to deal with your ego,
Late light bagging in Willow.
R: Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! Ah come on!
F# B
R: Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!
