Lyrics Rodney Crowell

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