Your Father And I - The Beautiful South

It was the middle of winter

And I drove us in my car

Well, the snow started fallin'

So we stopped off at a bar

Well, the beer jugs started flowin'

And your mother and I took the floor

But by the last dance, we were tired

So I booked a room next door

So if anyone asks you

If you come from heaven above

You’re from a one-star motel

With a five-star passionate love

It was a hot summer’s day (hey, hey)

And we drove there in our car

And your father was thirsty

So we had to find a bar

Well, he wouldn’t stop drinking

And he couldn’t stand on his feet

We had to walk to a hotel

And book ourselves into a suite

So if the teacher asks you

«Are you from heaven or are you from hell?»

You’re from a one-star drunken screw

In a one-star motel

Yes, if the teacher asks you

«Are you from heaven or are you from hell?»

You’re from a pitch-black toilet

In a highway Taco Bell

I’ll remember the birth

For the rest of my time on this land

Your mother sweating buckets

And me holdin' onto her hand

Well, your father was absent

He claimed he couldn’t find the ward

Just tugging on mezcal

Trying to eat the umbilical cord

So if anyone asks you

«Do you know where you’re from?», say yes

You’re from your mother’s womb

And your father’s stinking breath

And if they ask you how you got here

Tell 'em just what it took

Your father’s stinking breath

And your mother’s stinking mood

Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth

Your father and I won’t tell the truth

Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth

Your father and I won’t tell the truth

Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth

Your father and I won’t tell the truth

Won’t tell the truth…

Aha, hey, ah-hey

Aha…

Na na na, na na na…