When the Lord dips us in the gene pool

We get more than Granny's green eyes

We get our Mama's warmth

Our Daddy's cool

And that thang between our thighs

And that's the start of all these troubles

In our sordid lives



Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives?

It's a bitch when you come to realize

Crack yourself a box of Cracker Jack

You could get a really shitty prize

It's a bitch sortin' out our sorry little sordid lives