Текст песни The Dead Milkmen - Let`s Get The Baby High
The Dead Milkmen - Let`s Get The Baby High слова песни
She looked like a corpse on my front porchClutching the spawn of her latest divorce, sayingLet`s get the baby highOh little pig, little pig, let me inI`ve traded food stamps for a bottle a` ginC`mon, let`s get the baby highFor someone like you to get custodyOf an innocent child`s a tragedyNo, don`t get your baby highOh, just open up, I`ve got nowhere to goMy man threw me out and it`s starting to snowSo, let`s get the baby highI don`t mean to question your parenting skillsBut I`m really amazed that kid hasn`t been killedPlease don`t get your baby highFor someone like you to criticize meIs really the height of hypocrisySo, let`s get the baby highThere`s no way in hell I`ll open my doorI still have pictures from the time beforeNo, don`t get your baby highYes I`ve traded my oldest for a couple a` lidsBut it`s none of your business how I raise my kidsNow, let`s get the baby highFor someone like you to get custodyOf an innocent child`s a tragedyNo, don`t get your baby highI`ve asked you politely, now I`m gonna be meanIf you don`t open up, I`m going to screamLet`s get the baby highYou can scream all you want but you`re not gettin` inWhat you do to that kid is really a sinPlease don`t get your baby highFor someone like you to criticize meIs really the height of hypocrisyNow, let`s get the baby highIt must be a boy because it`s turning blue...Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo...She still stood like a corpse on my front porchStill clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, sayingLet`s get the baby high