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.

Yea, 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!

-solo-

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.

1-2-3

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.