When [F]people write their songs of love they [C]write of one another
It's always sis, or ma, or pa, or [F]sweetheart, wife, or brother
But love songs that they've aimed at me have [C]all gone on the shelf
I [G7]don't think that it's fair, so now I'll write one for my[C]self.[C7]

[F]I love me, I love me, I [C7]love myself to death
I love me, I love me, till [F]I'm all out of breath
I stop at every slot machine that [C7]I should chance to pass
And [G7]give myself a hug and squeeze as I look in the [C]glass![C7]

Oh, [F]I love me, I love me, I'm [C7]wild about sweet me
I love me, only me, so [F]I'm content you see,
I [F]like myself with [Gm]such delight
I [C]take me right straight [F]home each night
And [F]sleep with me till broad day [D7]light
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout my[F]self.

[F]I love me, I love me, my [C7]birthday's once a year
I love me, Only me, and [F]when my birthday's near
I go with me and buy myself some [C7]gifts to put away
Then [G7]I surprise myself with them when I wakes up that [C]day![C7]

[F]I love me, I love me, I'll [C7]marry me some day
Right away, Saturday, I'll [F]give me all my pay
With [F]me I like to [Gm]make a date
To [C]meet myself at [F]half-past eight
If I'm not there I never [D7]wait
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout my[F]self.

I [F]know a girl who has the boys pro[C7]posing by the dozen
Among her lists are rich and poor and [F]even one lone cousin
But when she speaks of love to me I [C7]treat her with disdain
I [G7]loudly shout, "There's someone else!"
And then this wild re[C]frain:[C7]

Oh [F]I love me, I love me, and [C7]every place I go
I love me, I love me, and [F]at the movie show
I take myself right by the arm and [C7]push me through the crowd
And [G7]listen to myself repeat the titles right out [C]loud.[C7]
[F]I love me, I love me, I [C7]love to squeeze my hand
I love me, I love me, It [F]always feels so grand
With [F]me I get right [Gm]in my tub
I [C]let myself give [F]me a rub
Oh how I love to feel me [D7]scrub
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout my[F]self.

[F]I love me, I love me, I'm [C7]wild about myself
I love me, I love me, my [F]picture's on my shelf.
You may not think I look so good, but [C7]me thinks I'm divine
It's [G7]grand when I look in my eyes and know I'm mine, all [C]mine![C7]

[F]I love me, I love me, and [C7]my love doesn't bore
Day by day in every way I [F]love me more and more.
I [F]take me to a [Gm]quiet place
I [C]put my arm a[F]round my waist...
If me gets fresh I slap my [D7]face!
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout my[F]self.