G
Big house, big car,
G
back seat, full bar.
G
Houseboat won't float.
G
The bank wont tote the note.
CC
Too much stuff. Woo!
GG
It's just too much stuff.
ADGG
It'll hang you up, dealing with too much stuff.
G
Hangin' out on the couch,
G
puttin' on the pounds.
G
Better walk, run, jump, swim.
G
Try to hold it down.
CC
Eatin' too much stuff.
GG
Too much stuff
A
It'll wear you down,
DG
carryin' around too much stuff.
G
Hundred dollar cab ride,
G
Fogged in cant fly.
G
Greyhound, Amtrak
G
Oughta bought a Cadillac.
G
Too much stuff.
CC
Too much stuff.
ADGG
It'll slow you down, foolin' with too much stuff.
(use Chorus chords here)
CC
Well its a way too much.
GG
You're never gonna get enough.
AA
You can pile it high,
but you'll never be satisfied.
G
Rent a tux, shiny shoes
G
back stage big schmooze.
G
Vocal group can't sing,
G
won awards for everything.
CC
Too much stuff! Woo!
GG
Too much stuff!
A
They just keep on goin',
DGG
rollin' in all that stuff.
G
Got hurt, cant work,
G
got a lotta bills,
G
but the policy don't pay
G
'less I get killed.
CC
Too much stuff. Woo!
GG
Too much stuff
ADGG
Just my luck, countin' on too much stuff.
CC
Well it's-a way too much.
GG
Your never gonna get enough.
AD
You can pile it high,
But you'll never be satisfied.
G
Running back can't score,
G
'till he gets a million more.
G
Quarterback can't pass.
G
Owner wants his money back.
CC
Too much stuff. Woo!
GG
Too much stuff.
A
You know you can't get a grip
DGG
when your slippin' in all that stuff.
G
Women every which-a way
G
messin' with my mind
G
You know I fall in love every day
G
three or four times.
CC
Too much stuff. Woo!
GG
Too much stuff.
A
It'll mess you up,
DGG
foolin' with too much stuff.
G
Yeah, too much stuff.
G
Too much stuff.
G
Too much stuff.
G
Too much stuff.
CC
You never get enough,
GG
'cause there's just too much stuff.
A
you know you can hurt yourself
DGG
foolin' with too much stuff
ADGG
Yeah, it'll tear you down, foolin' with all that stuff.
Repeat G until fade out.
Spoken
Dellbert: Thats a lot of stuff.
Other Guy: Thats a whole lot of stuff.
Dellbert: There's just too much of it man.
Other Guy: Yeah, I know. There's more stuff.
Dellbert: Is that your stuff?
Other Guy: Can't even know what to do with it.
Dellbert: That's a lot of stuff.
Other Guy: I have hurt myself.
Delbert: It might be too much.
Other Guy: Seriously... hurt myself.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.