This ones 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 im Not for spitting on This ones 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 wont Take his medicine Not i I dont care anymore Im sick and Im tired And I dont care anymore This ones from the hip Why should I know why? Its a wicked world Ive had it up to here Sweet jesus I should have warned you about me Its sure to end in tears And misery Without a father figured i Yeh I concluded then that im Not for spitting on Not i... Why should I know why should I care? Whos telling me what I should wear? Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine I dont care anymore Im sick and Im tired And I dont care anymore This ones from the hip Why should I know why Its a wicked world