xTopsy Turvy Bb7 Daddy’s in the kitchen (?) sauerkraut, Momma’s in the bedroom nearly all cried out Daddy thinks whiskey makes him big and smart, Mamma thinks daddy’s got a concrete heart D# G# D# G# Bb7 I wish I had a brother or a sister into I could turn Bustin’ out the windows with a baseball bat, Daddy’s gone crazy like a bunk house 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 for every time I cursed the word (?) Chorus: Cm Cm7 Mad house all topsy turvy a ship of fools with scurvy Bb7 I don't like a thing about the way we live Momma’s on the pavement with a broken arm Telling 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 Chorus F Police knocked on our door, they’ve seen it all before D# C# Why don’t you use restraint, we’ve had a few complaints Now all the other women up and down the block Are tuning up the static with the front door locked They great us in the morning with a great big grin But I know they’re only waiting till the roof caves in I don’t even know if we can make it to another day Chorus+ I don't like a thing about the way we live (repeat many times) by: José Duarte [email protected]
