Let`s Get The Baby High — текст песни (The Dead Milkmen)

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...

She still stood like a corpse on my front porch
Still clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying
Let`s get the baby high