From The Hip

This one’s from the hip
Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me It should have been whipped
Out of me Without a father figured i Yeh I concluded then that i’m
Not for spitting on This one’s from the hip
My love I should have warned you about me It never got whipped
Out of me Me and my modesty and
Mother your wretched son won’t
Take his medicine
Not i I don’t care anymore
I’m sick and I’m tired
And I don’t care anymore
This one’s from the hip
Why should I know why?
It’s a wicked world
I’ve had it up to here
Sweet jesus I should have warned you about me It’s sure to end in tears
And misery
Without a father figured i Yeh I concluded then that i’m
Not for spitting on Not i…
Why should I know why should I care?
Who’s telling me what I should wear?
Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine
I don’t care anymore
I’m sick and I’m tired
And I don’t care anymore
This one’s from the hip
Why should I know why
It’s a wicked world