From The Hip lyrics

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 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 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 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