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 i figured i

yes

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 i figured i

yes 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?