J. Whitney / R. Chapman / Palmer
God knows I'm hip
But I ain't yours or his
Everybody's arse is up for kicks
Every critic thinks he's cool
Man and word a criss cross jewel
But me I got my own little rules
One for you, one for me
I know it don't come easily
But when it does then we'll agree
Take your partners, what for?
Ain't you just kicked in the door
How come I don't believe you any more
Here boy, have a snake
That's where you're sleeping, and til wake
But don't strut me and my way
Cod knows I'm hip
But I ain't yours or his
Everybody's arse is up for kicks
