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