Tim Hawkins - My arms are broken

last Satur^Cday, my ^Cmaj9friends took me, out on ^Am7their new boat, to ^Fwater ski. I didn't^C know how to, so I^Cmaj9 tried to fake, till they^Am7 hit the gas, and dragged m^Fe round the the lake.

my arms are b^Croken, and my ^Cmaj9legs are, too, this is n^Am7ot a blast, I mean, ^Fnobody cares. my arms ar- ^CEh, o^Cmaj9oh, ow ^Am7ow. ^F

I rem^Cember when, not ^Cmaj9long ago, my ^Am7friends took me to ski ^Fin the snow. I got ^Coff the lift, and I ^Cmaj9grabbed my poles, and then I ^Am7tumbled down, and next ^Fthing I know.

my arms were ^Cbroken, and my ^Cmaj9legs were, too, well I ^Am7had no hope, on a black ^Fdiamond slope. my arms were ^Cbroken, I can't ^Cmaj9forget that day, well I s^Am7hould have chilled, and took the ^Fbunny hill. my arms ar- ^CArrgh!

If I had ^Cjust one wish, only ^Cmaj9one demand, is that you'd ^Bbcall the nurse, to change ^Am7my bed pan. I would do ^Cit myself, with my ^Cmaj9own two hands, but I can ^Bbnot because my arms are ^Cmaj9bro-o-ken.

They're ^Cbroken.