Happy Mondays Follow

Son, I'm thirty
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see, yeah

I see it so I take it freely
And all the bad piss ugly things I feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me

Yipee, ippee, ya, ya, yay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
An' come on and tell me twice

I said, "Dad, you are shabby"
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
All that's mine you might as well have it

You take ten feet back and then stab it
Spray it on and tag it
So sack on me
I can't stand the needy
Get around here if you're askin', you're feelin'

Yipee, ippee, ya, ya, yay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
An' come on and tell me twice

So sack all the needy
I can't stand to leave it
You come around here and
You put both your feet in

Yipee, ippee, ya, ya, yay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't hear what you gotta say
So go on and say it

Yipee, ippee, ya, ya, yay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't hear what you gotta say
So come on and say it
An' come on and tell me twice

Son, I'm thirty