(by Eric Clapton, Simon Clime)

I´m gonna buy me a parrot, baby,
And teach him how to call my name.
I´m gonna buy me a parrot, baby,

And teach him how to call my name.
Then I won´t have to miss you baby
And I won´t have you driving me insane.

I was in love with you, baby,
Till the day you brought me down so low.
I was in love with you, baby,
Till the day you brought me down so low.
You had me walking ´round in circles, baby;
I didn´t know which way to go.

Oh, I´m so sick and tired of you baby,
I´m sick and tired of the way you carry on.
Lord, I´m sick and tired, baby,
Sick and tired of the way you carry on.
You can pack up all of your things, baby;
Hit the road, get out of here, be gone.

Now I´m gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the door.
I´m gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the bedroom door.
I may have to blow your brains out, baby,
Then you won´t bother me no more.