My daddy was shy, he lived in Cheyenne He turned as red as I've ever seen a man And his skin was thick, and he was hard as a brick And just couldn't talk to no one And that must be where I get it from
My uncle worked in a plutonium mine His job was to set up the dynamite And he got too close to a charge underground And all of his feelings went numb And that must be where I get it from
Kiyay, yippee eiyo
My mama was ten feet tall She wasn't afraid of nothing at all And she said her prayers properly and all She swore on a grave and a gun And that must be where I get it from
Great-grandad went mad, he was totally tweaked He wore the same suit every day of the week And I asked how it feels to be such a freak And he said, "You tell me, son" And that must be where I get it from
Kiyay, yippee eiyo
Dad's little hands sat in his lap Like a couple of crabs who got caught in a trap And he shook my hand from so far away that He looked like a spot on the sun And I guess that's where I get it from And I guess that's where I get it from And I guess that's where I get it from