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[Verse 1]
  C
I hardly think I'm qualified
   Fm
To come across all sanctified
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I just don't cut it with the cherubim
C
There again, they're on their knees
Fm
Being worshipped is a breeze
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Which rather suits us in the inter-iiiiiim

[Chorus 1]
     Fm
It's tough to be a god
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Tread where mortals have not trod
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Be deified when really you're a sham
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Be an object of devotion
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Be the subject of psalms
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It's a rather touching notion
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All those prayers and those salaams
Gb
And who am I to bridle
       Fm
If I'm forced to be an idol
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If they say that I'm a god
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That's what I am

[Verse 2]
C
What's more if we don't comply
Fm
With the locals' wishes
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I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
    C
So, let's be gods, the perks are great
Fm
El Dorado on a plate
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Local feelings should not be rebuffed

[Chorus 2]
     Fm
It's tough to be a god
           Db
But if you get the people's nod
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Count your blessings, keep them sweet, that's our advice

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Be a symbol of perfection
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Be a legend, be a cult
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Take their praise, take a collection
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As the multitudes exalt
      Gb
Don a supernatural habit
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We'd be crazy not to grab it
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So sign on two new gods for paradise, par - a - dise