(CN.C.)They call me Mis ter Pit i ful;

(F)ba (C)by, that’s my name.

They call (F)me Mis (C)ter Pit i ful;

that’s how I got my fame.

But no bod y seems to un der stand, (F)now, what makes a man feel so blue.

Oh, they (F7)call (Bb)me Mis (C)ter Pit i ful

’cause I lost (C)some one (C)just like you.

(CN.C.)They call me Mis ter Pit i ful;

(F)ba (C)by, that’s my name.

They call (F)me Mis (C)ter Pit i ful;

that’s how I got my fame.

But no bod y seems to un der stand, (F)now, what makes a man feel so blue.

Oh, they (F7)call (Bb)me Mis (C)ter Pit i ful

’cause I lost (C)some one (C)just like you.

(CN.C.)They call me Mis ter

How can I ex plain to you

some bod y act ing so ver y blue?

How can I tell you ’bout my fame?

Oh, don’t think t’will do.

(CN.C.)Yeah, Mis ter