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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

Life begins at thirty
So i have been told
I can easily believe it
The way i'm getting on
Yeh i'm getting on
You hang around backstreet bars
For what you wish you knew
You say give me something cheap
Something i won't want to keep
Love's not everything
I was just hoping you might stay
Hell it's hard to say
I was hoping you might stick around
Until the morning
You've heard it all before kid
I`ll say it all again
And i'm going to live a lush life
An ask for nothing much life
Love's not everything
I was just hoping you might stay
Hell it's hard to say
I was hoping you might stick around
If you were doing nothing
Fool for love...
I was just hoping you might stay
But it's not easy to say
Hey...you doing nothing?
Fool for love
And it's not only the lonely
Not only the lonely
Fall for love

Hey rusty
`s a long time
Remember
`s like yesterday
Stealing cigarettes
And laughing as they chased us
Down the boulevards
Then i got a job
White collar
Turn coat
You just spun around and walked
Said we wouldn't meet again
Hey rusty don't hang up
I feel so young
Hey rusty don't hang up
Cause we're still young
I just need one friend
She said hey
Don't take it so bad
She said hey
It wasn't so much
We just ran out of gas
Or something like that
That's when i
I crashed my car
Not by chance
And not out of love
Then i walked out of that job
You should've seen their faces
Hey rusty don't hang up
I just need one friend
And we're not finished yet
No way
Hey rusty
I changed my mind
What d`you say we start again
No i mean it this time
Stealing cigarettes
And laughing as they chase us
Down the boulevards

Hey i was walking my bag
Through a 20 storey non stop snow storm
Pirrelli calender girls wrestling in body lotion
My head's swimming with poetry and prose
Excuse me one moment whilst i powder my nose
Me and my good thing are just about as close as can be
We gave up sleep at the age of 17
My world's getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse
I can't see the lines on my idiot board
What about love?
I don't let that stuff in my house
This is the glamorous life there's no time for fooling around
Lord have mercy i know what i'm doing
I don't need an alibi i need a fire escape and an open window
It's my problem it's nothing i can't deal with
I'm not chasing anything just jogging baby
What's your bag?
Hundred million dollar jam
Got some traffic yessir in my nose
Motorcycle speed cops burning up my dust roads
My baby left me heck ain`t that a shame
She's over in the corner with my new best friend
I'm doing fine with my whisky and wine
And meet me in the john john meet me in the john john
Lord have mercy
...what's your bag?
Spin spin whisky and gin i suffer for my art
Bartender i got wild mushrooms growing in my yard
Fix me a quart of petrol clams on the half shell
Feels like prohibition baby give me the hard sell
More give me more give me more more more
I'm your yes man yes maam i'm your yes man
Lord have mercy...

The western minnesota intercollegiate circle
Telephoned they said
Hey sean could you mosey on down to our gala ball
It reads mister maddonna kicks some beat poetry
If i could i would i would i swear i would be better
But it seems i am just a natural no good
And whats more i like living like that
After seven lines seventeen maybe i had to stop
These philistines were yelling hey sean
I could not be heard for cowhand laughter
I picked up my books and headed for the door
And if i trash this tv then i know i will feel better
Guess it seems i am just a natural no good
And i like it like that
But when i see you coming down my street
You walk right in and then you
You walk all over me
Oh yeh i need you
Gatecrashing on my beat
Put on your high heels and baby
Walk all over me
All over me
Fat hacks new york times food columnists
Want to review my soup yeh honestly
My wife says i go looking for trouble
I surely find it
Do you think i like living like that
If i trash this tv then i know i will feel better
Guess it seems i am just a natural no good
And i like it like that
But when i see you
Coming down my street
You walk right in and then you
You walk all over me
Oh yeh i need you
Gatecrashing on my beat
Walking like nancy sinatra
Walk all over me

Harmonica: frasier speirs