Straight From The Hip Kid - Sammy Hagar

Straight from the hip kid, ya

You’ve taken up in luck with

Love starved imitations

Hangin' out with crazies!

Feedin' you a sweet talk

Sweet talk for a soft touch

You poor little rich kid

Yeah, straight from the hip kid

Ya can’t afford to lip it

Broken out of pocket, ya

Got to get the deuce up, and

Sure it’s home with mama

Ya know her love’s a turn, yeah

Ain’t life a bitch, kid?

So high a T society

So high brow, but so low down

So low down, so

Straight from the hip kid

Straight from the hip kid

Yeah, straight from the hip, kid

You’re lyin' around in gutters

Hangin in the riff-raff

They’ll suck you six feet under

Bitin' at your death-wish

You’re makin' with the devil

Oh triple-six, kid

So high a T society

So high brow, so low down

So low down, so

Straight from the hip kid

They get ya straight from the hip kid, huh

Straight from the hip kid

Split before you’re busted

Watch it, don’t get flustered

Goin' through the trouble

You’re shootin' on a life raft

Right between some white trash

You poor little rich kid

So high a T society

So high brow, but so low down

So low down, so

Straight from the hip kid

Take it from the hip kid

Better not slip kid

Oh, ain’t life a bitch, kid

So high a T, so high a T

So high brow, but so low down

So low down, so high brow

So high brow, but so low down

Poor little rich kid

Oh, just a rich kid