Enforced Cheer - capo III
				copyright Wanda C. Metcalf  6/2013


         Am          G       Am          G             Am            G          Am
Like boozeless beer, enforcing cheer just makes my skin go crawly
 Am          G       Am          G             Am            G          Am
I'm comfortable with being glum; don't try to make me jolly
 Am                             G              Am             E
And if my heart's not in it and I try to fake a smile
 Am                            Dm                     E        Am
My face just makes a grimace like a spastic crocodile



G                                   Am               G                         Am
I've tried to change my attitude with women, wine and song
 G                     Am                 E                                 
the results tho' entertaining, convinced me that was wrong
Dm                     Am              Dm              Am
Reciting solemn syllables, I essayed meditation
Dm                         Am                                   E
But sitting with my legs crossed brought on fits of flatulation



G                                   Am               G                         Am                           
Therapy was useless, I argued with my shrink
G                       Am                        E        
The fights were entertaining, but I drove the man to drink
Dm                     Am              Dm              Am
I tried caving adventure, tried skiing hard and fast
Dm                         Am                                        E
Tried living just on vegetables but still remained downcast


          C                 E
Tried traveling in foreign lands
Moonlit walks on sea swept sands
Following dyspeptic bands
Leading mobs with fiery brands
injecting oils from gopher glands
bungee jumping – look, no hands!
(sigh)

 Am                             G              Am             E
And if my heart's not in it and I try to fake a smile
 Am                            Dm                     E        Am
My face just makes a grimace like a spastic crocodile
    Am          G       Am          G             Am            G          Am
Like boozeless beer, enforcing cheer just makes my skin go crawly
    Am          G       Am          G             Am            G          Am
I'm comfortable with being glum; don't try to make me jolly