Topsy Turvy

Daddy's in the kitchen, fryin' sauerkraut Momma's in the bedroom nearly all cried out Daddy thinks that whiskey makes him big and smart Momma thinks that Daddy's got a concrete heart I wish I had a brother or a sister whom to I could turn Bustin' out the windows with a baseball bat Daddy's gone crazy as a bunkhouse rat Momma's on the sofa with a big black eye I cross my heart and tell myself I hope they die I wish I had a nickel now for every time a cuss word flew Mad house, all topsy-turvy A ship of fools with scurvy I don't like a thing about the way we live Momma's on the pavement with a broken arm Tellin' everybody that he meant no harm Talk about denial with a great big D You can try to fool the neighbors, but you can't fool me I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot Mad house, all topsy-turvy A ship of fools with scurvy I don't like a thing about the way we live Police knock on our door They've seen it all before Why don't you use restraint? We've had a few complaints Now all the other women up and down the block Are tunin' out the static with a front door lock They greet us in the mornin' with a wave and grin But you know they're only waitin' 'til the roof caves in I don't even know if we can make it through another day Mad house, all topsy-turvy A ship of fools with scurvy I don't like a thing about the way we live I don't like a thing about the way we live I don't like a thing about the way we live (I don't like nothing) I don't like a thing about the way we live (I don't like nothing) I don't like a thing about the way we live (I don't like nothing) I don't like a thing about the way we live (I don't like nothing)