The Dead Milkmen - Let's Get the Baby High lyrics
[The Dead Milkmen - Let's Get the Baby High lyrics]
She looked like a corpse on my front porch
Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce
Saying let's get the baby high
Oh little pig, little pig, let me in
I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin
C'mon, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody
Of an innocent child's a tragedy
No, don't get your baby high
Oh, just open up, I've got nowhere to go
My man threw me out and it's starting to snow
So, let's get the baby high
I don't mean to question
Your parenting skills
But, I'm really amazed that
Kid hasn't been killed
Please don't get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me
Is really the height of hypocrisy
So, let's get the baby high
There's no way in hell I'll open my door
I still have pictures from the time before
No, don't get your baby high
Yes I've traded my oldest for
A couple a' lids
But, it's none of your business
How I raise my kids
Now, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody
Of an innocent child's a tragedy
No, don't get your baby high
I've asked you politely
Now I'm gonna be mean
If you don't open up, I'm going to scream
Let's get the baby high
You can scream all you want
But you're not gettin' in
What you do to that kid is really a sin
Please don't get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me
Is really the height of hypocrisy
Now, let's get the baby high
It must be a boy because it's turning blue
Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo
She still stood like a corpse
On my front porch
Still clutching the spawn of
Her latest divorce, saying
Let's get the baby high
Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce
Saying let's get the baby high
Oh little pig, little pig, let me in
I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin
C'mon, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody
Of an innocent child's a tragedy
No, don't get your baby high
Oh, just open up, I've got nowhere to go
My man threw me out and it's starting to snow
So, let's get the baby high
I don't mean to question
Your parenting skills
But, I'm really amazed that
Kid hasn't been killed
Please don't get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me
Is really the height of hypocrisy
So, let's get the baby high
There's no way in hell I'll open my door
I still have pictures from the time before
No, don't get your baby high
Yes I've traded my oldest for
A couple a' lids
But, it's none of your business
How I raise my kids
Now, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody
Of an innocent child's a tragedy
No, don't get your baby high
I've asked you politely
Now I'm gonna be mean
If you don't open up, I'm going to scream
Let's get the baby high
You can scream all you want
But you're not gettin' in
What you do to that kid is really a sin
Please don't get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me
Is really the height of hypocrisy
Now, let's get the baby high
It must be a boy because it's turning blue
Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo
She still stood like a corpse
On my front porch
Still clutching the spawn of
Her latest divorce, saying
Let's get the baby high