Son, I'm thirty
I only went with
your mother 'cos
she's dirty
And I don't have
a decent bone
in me
What you get is
just what you
see yeah
I said so..
I take it
free yeah
And all the bad
preserves the
things that
feed me
I never help or
give to the needy
Come on and
see me
Yippee-yippee
Yie yie
yea yea yea
I had to crucify
some brother today
And I don't dig
what you
gotta say
So come on
and say it
Come on and
tell me twice
I said dad you're
a shabby
You run around
and groove
like a baggy
You're only here
just out of habit
All that's mine
you might as
well have it
You take ten p
back and then stab it
spray it on and tag it
So sack on me
I can't stand
the needy
Get around here
if you're asking
you're feeling
Yippee-yippee
Yie yie
yea yea yea
I had to crucify
some brother today
And I don't dig
what you
gotta say
So come on
and say it
Come on and
tell me twice
So sack
all the needy
I can't stand
to leave it
You come around
here and you put
both your feet in
Yippee-yippee
Yie yie
yea yea yea
I had to crucify
some brother today
And I don't dig
what you
gotta say
So come on
and say it
Yippee-yippee
Yie yie
yea yea yea
I had to crucify
some brother today
And I don't dig
what you
gotta say
So come on
and say it
Come on and
tell me twice