Let's Get The Baby High

She looked like a corpse on my front porch

Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying

Let's get the baby high

Oh little pig, little pig, let me in

I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin

C'mon, let's get the baby high

For someone like you to get custody

Of an innocent child's a tragedy

No, don't get your baby high

Oh, just open up, I've got nowhere to go

My man threw me out and it's starting to snow

So, let's get the baby high

I don't mean to question your parenting skills

But I'm really amazed that kid hasn't been killed

Please don't get your baby high

For someone like you to criticize me

Is really the height of hypocrisy

So, let's get the baby high

There's no way in hell I'll open my door

I still have pictures from the time before

No, don't get your baby high

Yes I've traded my oldest for a couple a' lids

But it's none of your business how I raise my kids

Now, let's get the baby high

For someone like you to get custody

Of an innocent child's a tragedy

No, don't get your baby high

I've asked you politely, now I'm gonna be mean

If you don't open up, I'm going to scream

Let's get the baby high

You can scream all you want but you're not gettin' in

What you do to that kid is really a sin

Please don't get your baby high

For someone like you to criticize me

Is really the height of hypocrisy

Now, let's get the baby high

It must be a boy because it's turning blue...

Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo...

She still stood like a corpse on my front porch

Still clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying

Let's get the baby high