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.