"Me and all the Other Mothers" by Loudon Wainwright
This song's really pretty easy - the verses are all just C G and D repeated quickly (I've put them on the first verse below - after that it's just more of the same).
The recording of this song that I've got is from some radio session or other, so I don't know how like the record it is, but on this one he plays quite quickly, and it's all fairly loose (no fancy picking or anything - just strum, strum, strum).
Also on the D chords, he adds Dsus4 every now and then (it seems like he plays it when he feels like, so I'd do the same if I were you).
Me and all the other mothers
We hang around the playground all day
Watching over all of our precious young ones
We watch them climb and slide and swing and play
(play the rest of the verses as above - listen to the record to get the *proper* timing!)
Yeah, we were sippin' on our coffee containers Chit-chattin' telling little white lies Labour, horror-stories and painless abortions I wasn't feeling like one of the guys
Barefootin' all over that sand-pile "Get down from that jungle, Jim!" And their whole wide world is just three lunch boxes And a luke-warm water fountain
Chorus :
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
[No Chord] 1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine C G D (hold the D) Yeah Everything'll be just fine
It's easy to get injured in the playground Scrapes and bruises on the girls and the boys No, it's no bed of roses, no bowl of Cheerios And they say you've got to share your toys!
But mother knows best in the playground When they watch them and they leave them alone And if the don't want to play, she can make them all stay And she knows just when to take them all home
I got a crush on a mother Maybe we should inter-tangle our lives Her son and my daughter were born for each other And she's reminding me of all of my wives
[CHORUS]
[BREAK] - just repeat one verse ( C G D )
I saw an actual father ! But there was something wrong with something he did He and his son were climbing up in a tree And someone said that he'd kidnapped the kid
Well then the mothers they all started screaming And pointing at the man in the tree The sharp-shooters arrived and they shot the man dead You know, that guy, he could've been me
A grown man should no go tree-climbing It's about time that that guy grew up But most fathers are really like winos and weirdos In the long run, they always screw up