A                              A
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
     A                                   A7
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost


[Chourus 1]
         D7                   A7
Cause of PMS blues, PMS blues
        E7                          D7
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help
          A7            D7            E7        A7  E7
Got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues


[Verse 2]
      A
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
     A
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
       A
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same
    A                                     A7
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain"


[Chorus 2]
D7
PMS blues (Well what else you gonna say?)
D7       A7
PMS blues
     E7                              D7
You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do
            A7                 D7            E7        A7
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues


[Bridge]
        D7
But you know we can't help it
         A7
We don't even know the cause
       D7                        E7
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause


[Solo]
D7 A7 D7 E7

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord
We're going to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering, huh?


[Verse 3]
      A
But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to
     A                            A7
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to


[Chorus 3]
      D7
Those PMS blues (You know we'd kill for less than that)
         A7
PMS blues
          E7
You don't wanna cross my path
        D7
Cause a pitbull ain't no match
          A7                 D7
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
A7               D7
Head a swellin', can't stop yellin'
A7               D7
Got no patience, I'm so hateful
E7       A7              F#7
PMS blues (pre-menstrual syndrome!)
          A7                D7
Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
A7              D7
Nothin' fits me when it hits me
A7               D7
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin'
E7        A7
P-M-S ... blues

N.C. (spoken)
It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd'a been a man
But you know that only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
                   E7
With those old PMS blues
        A7
PMS blues
        E7                      D7
I don't wanna talk about it, we both could do without it
          A7                   D7
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
A7              D7
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
A7             D7
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around
E7       A7
P-M-S... blues