Babe, there's [G]seems to be a problem, [G]something to explain
You're [G]taking our love and just [G7]flushing it down the drain
My [C7]manhood is all wilted, my [C7]feelings are all bruised
My [G]ego is all damaged, my [G]thoughts are all confused
You [D7]say that I am lazy, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, but you say I'm a para-[G7]site
. . . .
I'm [G]working on my music all [G]night and every day
Com-[G]posing meaningful lyrics and [G7]groovy melodies
It [C7]takes a lot of effort to be [C7]such a great artiste
So [G]paying all the bills shouldn't [G]bother you the least
You [D7]say I do not care, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, but you say I'm a para-[G7]site
. . . .
[G]Ever since we met when I [G]did that open mic
My [G]songs were so poetic you had [G7]never heard the like
We [C7]came here to your place where we [C7]did the bump and grind
I [G]needed a place to crash, and you [G]said you didn't mind
Now you're [D7]screaming I should go, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, you say I'm a para-[G7]site
. . . .
Why [G]just the other day, I got a [G]blister on my thumb
And [G]practicing the barre chords my [G7]fingers go all numb
But [C7]I am willing to sacrifice [C7]anything for my art
You're [G]working at two jobs, that [G]is your chosen part
Stop [D7]sobbing so hard, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, but you say I'm a para-[G7]site.
. . . .
Babe, it's [G]just a matter of time till I [G]get my lucky break
[G]Throwing me out right now is [G7]such a big mistake
Those [C7]songs I wrote about you came [C7]from my very soul
You've [G]been my inspiration, my [G]sweet little jelly roll
Now you [D7]say it's all over, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, but you say I'm a para-[G7]site
. . . .
You [G]made an ugly scene when you got [G]home early from work
That [G]girl was nobody special, stop [G7]screaming I'm a jerk
I just [C7]met her in the park while [C7]busking for change
We were [G]doing what comes natural, stop [G]acting so deranged
I can [D7]notbe monogamous, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, but you say I'm a para-[G7]site
. . . .
So, I'll [G]gather up my stuff and head [G]out in the rain
I'll [G]have to write a song about [G7]my artistic pain
Some [C7]day you will brag about [C7]how you knew me when
I [G]was a starving artist and how I [G]loved you way back then
Stop [D7]throwing all my stuff, don't think [C7]twice it is alright
I [G]say we're symbiotic, but you [D7]say I'm a para-[G]site.