From The Hip

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... 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 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 --- From The Hip - Lloyd Cole and the Commotions