Rodney Crowell - Topsy Turvy lyrics

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