Rodney, oh Rodney, what woman could love you?				G  -  C  G
Your arrogant posing, your chess-team physique				C  G  -  D7
Rodney I know that I should want to shove you,				G  -  C  G
But when you insult me my knees get all weak				C  G  D7  G

	Is it how you treat medical doctors like lab-rats?			G  Bm C  G
	Or the way you teach lunatics how to make bombs?			C  G  Am  D
	Your only close friend back on Earth was a housecat			G  Bm C  G
	But somehow I feel that we could get along				C  G  D7  G

Rodney, oh Rodney, what woman could love you?				G  -  C  G
Your arrogant posing, your chess-team physique				C  G  -  D7
Rodney I know that I should want to shove you,				G  -  C  G
But when you insult me my knees get all weak				C  G  D7  G

	Your cowardice, well, let's just say “scared of lemons”			G  Bm C  G
	You're a social Chernobyl all of your own makin'			C  G  Am  D
	But the blood leaves my head when you say “zed pee emm,” and		G  Bm C  G
	I just want to hold your Canadian bacon					C  G  D7  G

Rodney, oh Rodney, what woman could love you?				G  -  C  G
Your arrogant posing, your chess-team physique				C  G  -  D7
Rodney I know that I should want to shove you,				G  -  C  G
But when you insult me my knees get all weak				C  G  D7  G

	You're rolling your eyes like I'm wasting your oxygen			G  Bm C  G
	Your voice drips with vitriol, malice and scorn				C  G  Am  D
	I want to evict you without using airlocks				G  Bm C  G
	But when you're a bastard it's better than porn				C  G  D7  G

Rodney, oh Rodney, what woman could love you?				G  -  C  G
Your arrogant posing, your chess-team physique				C  G  -  D7
Rodney I know that I should want to shove you,				G  -  C  G
But when you insult me my knees get all weak				C  G  D7  G