Topsy Turvy

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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
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I wish I had a brother or a 
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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 (?)

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Chorus:
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Mad house all topsy turvy a ship 
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of fools with scurvy
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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
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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