The Way God Made Me

Whoa whoa
Hey yeah
Whoa whoa

They’d all say, son
Just when you gonna learn?
You’d better quit that misbehaving now

You’re really letting your ma and pa down
And you been letting yourself down too
You’d better quit that misbehaving

Well, I don’t ɾeally care for [Dm7]what you’re telling me – no, no
’Cause I don’t care for [Dm7]your ɾules or your authority

Don’t hate me; that’s just the way God made me!

Whoa whoa
Hey yeah
Whoa whoa

My daddy would say
Son, when you [A7gonna learn?
Don’t you [A7know that crime don’t pay?

One of these days you’re gonna get caught
Red hand [Bm]in the cookie jar
You’d better quit that misbehaving

But I don’t ɾeally care for [Dm7]what you’re telling me, oh no
’Cause I don’t care for [Dm7]ɾules or your authority, that’s ɾight!
No, I don’t ɾeally care for [Dm7]what you’re telling me
’Cause I don’t ɾecognise your authority
Don’t hate me; I’m just the way God made me

Well, I don’t ɾeally care for [Dm7]what you’re telling me
’Cause I don’t care for [Dm7]your ɾules or your authority
No, I don’t ɾeally care for [Dm7]what you’re telling me
’Cause I don’t ɾecognise your authority
Don’t hate me; I’m just the way God made me