Rodney Crowell - Topsy Turvy lyrics

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Rodney Crowell - Topsy Turvy

Daddy's in the kitchen fryin' sauerkraut

Momma's in the bedroom nearly all cried out

Daddy thinks that whiskey makes him big and smart

Momma thinks that daddy's got a concrete heart

I wish I had a brother or a sister whom to I could turn

Bustin' out the windows with a baseball bat

Daddy's gone crazy as a bunkhouse rat

Momma's on the sofa with a big black eye

I cross my heart and tell myself I hope they die

I wish I had a nickel now for every time a cuss word flew

Mad house all topsy turvy

A ship of fools with scurvy

I don't like a thing about the way we live

Momma's on the pavement with a broken arm

Tellin' everybody that he meant no harm

Talk about denial with a great big D

You can try to fool the neighbors but you can't fool me

I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot

Mad house all topsy turvy

A ship of fools with scurvy

I don't like a thing about the way we live

Police knock on our door

They've seen it all before

Why don't you use restraint

We've had a few complaints

Now all the other women up and down the block

Are tuning out the static with a front door lock

They greet us in the morning with a wave and grin

But you know they're only waiting til lthe roof caves in

I don't even know if we can make it through another day

Mad house all topsy turvy

A ship of fools with scurvy

I don't like a thing about the way we live

I don't like a thing about the way we live

I don't like a thing about the way we live

I don't like nothing

I don't like a thing about the way we live

I don't like nothing

I don't like a thing about the way we live

I don't like nothing