She looked like a corpse on my front porch Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying Let's get the baby high
Oh little pig, little pig, let me in I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin C'mon, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody Of an innocent child's a tragedy No, don't get your baby high
Oh, just open up, I've got nowhere to go My man threw me out and it's starting to snow So, let's get the baby high
I don't mean to question your parenting skills But I'm really amazed that kid hasn't been killed Please don't get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me Is really the height of hypocrisy So, let's get the baby high
There's no way in hell I'll open my door I still have pictures from the time before No, don't get your baby high
Yes I've traded my oldest for a couple a' lids But it's none of your business how I raise my kids Now, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody Of an innocent child's a tragedy No, don't get your baby high
I've asked you politely, now I'm gonna be mean If you don't open up, I'm going to scream Let's get the baby high
You can scream all you want but you're not gettin' in What you do to that kid is really a sin Please don't get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me Is really the height of hypocrisy Now, let's get the baby high
It must be a boy because it's turning blue... Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo...
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