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!