Capo on 1st fret



A

Monday: Late again, today,

                               F#m         E

he'd be in trouble though he'd say he was sorry,

F#m           E             A       D

he'd have to hurry out the bus.

        A

Tuesday: Horace was so sad,

                           F#m       E

he'd never had a girl that he could care for,

F#m            E                      A      D

and if he was late once more, he'd be out.

   A           D     A                 D

   Don't be afraid, just knock on the door,

        A                    D       

   Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.

   A                  D

   Then a voice from above said—

      A                G

    "Horace Wimp, this is your life,

       F#m               F

     Go out and find yourself a wife.

     A               G

     Make a stand and be a man,

       F#m              F

     And you will have a great life plan."

        A     G   F#m   F

You can do it

          A   G   F#m   F

Come on Horace

         A

Wednesday: Horace met a girl, 

                          F#m    E

she was small and she was very pretty,

F#m            E                  A         D

he thought he was in love, he was afraid.

       A 

Thursday: Asks her for a date, 

                            F#m    E

the cafe down the street tomorrow evening,

F#m            E                    A      D

his head was reeling, when she said "Yes O.K."

A              D     A                 D

   Don't be afraid, just knock on the door,

        A                    D       

   Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.

   A                  D

   Then a voice from above said—

      A                G

    "Horace Wimp, this is your life,

       F#m               F

     Go out and find yourself a wife.

     A               G

     Make a stand and be a man,

       F#m              F

     And you will have a great life plan."

        A     G   F#m   F

You can do it

          A   G   F#m   F

Come on Horace

   A                  

Friday: Horace, this is it, 

                           F#m        E

he asks the girl if maybe they could marry,



F#m              E             A         D

when she says "gladly." Horace cries.

      A  

Sunday: Everybody's at the church,

                          F#m                 E  

when Horace rushes in and says "Now here come my wife,

F#m             E                 A    D

for the rest of my life." and she did.

   

A              D     A                 D

   Don't be afraid, just knock on the door,

        A                    D       

   Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.

   A                  D

   Then a voice from above said—

      A                G

    "Horace Wimp, this is your life,

       F#m               F

     Go out and find yourself a wife.

     A               G

     Make a stand and be a man,

       F#m              F

     And you will have a great life plan."

        A     G   F#m   F

Horace Wimp

 A             G             F#m                         F

Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace Horace

A       G       F#m        F        A     G      F#m    F

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday Monday Tuesday 

 A          G        F#m   F

Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday

A       G       F#m        F        A     G      F#m    F

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday Monday Tuesday 

 A          G        F#m   F

Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday