Play this with a capo on 2nd fret. 
 
 
INTRO E
 
       E               
Well I talk to my son until I'm blue in the face, 
       A                   A9 
He's a rock n' roll bum , a family disgrace. 
   E 
He lays around the house, smokes dope and masturbates, 
        A            B7          E 
Tell me son, what do you want to be? 
 
 
            E 
Well your a worthless young s*** as i've ever seen, 
                 A                        A9 
You know there's much more to life then a c*** magazine. 
     E 
I'll send you to college, you can earn your degree, 
        A           B7          E   A  E 
Tell me son what do you want to be? 
 
  
       A              E               A           E 
Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. 
A                              E 
KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight, 
A            B7           E 
Seems like a good job for me. 
 
 
       E 
Well I spoke to my wife, I said what can be done, 
          A                  A9 
With this highly offensive excuse for a son? 
   E  
He sits at the table, and he belches and he farts, 
        A                            B7            E 
Then he drinks till he pukes, and he sleeps in his barf. 
 
 
       E 
I went up to his room , didn't bother to knock, 
        A                                    A9 
I said 'Son we gotta have a talk, but please put away your cock.' 
         E 
You're a livin' breathin' insult to society, 
        A           B7          E 
Tell me son what do you want to be? 
 
 
       A              E               A           E 
Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. 
A                              E 
KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight, 
A            B7           E 
Seems like a good job for me. 
 
 
           E 
Well I was proud of my son, he had earned his degree, 
       A                   
He's a geniune doctor of gynecology. 
            E 
He's got an office and a nurse and patients galore, 
          A       B7       E    
Who could ask for anything more? 
 
 
       E 
Dad, I ain't got a damn thing to be thankful for, 
      A                              
I got sixteen old ladies lined up outside the door. 
     E       
They all smell like tuna fish, and they s*** on the floor, 
            A             B7          E  
To tell the truth, IT'S A BIG F***IN' BORE! 
 
 
        A              E               A           E 
I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. 
A                             E       
KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight, 
        A             B7            E 
It aint all that it's cracked up to be. 
        A              E               A           E 
I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy. 
A                             E 
KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight, 
        A             B7            A    E 
It aint all that it's cracked up to be.