If you ask me why I lie to you

I can tell you I don't know myself

Its amazingly dishonest

But I'd have to recognize it

As part of myself



Straighten up

Why can't you straighten up

I've heard you tell me this

So many times

It doesn't even stick



I get it all the time

I get it all the time

You know I love to make

A joke of it



And if you ask me why I hurt you

I don't understand it

I can't help myself

Its a special combination

Of preditory instinct

And simple ill will



I would give some thought to it

If I thought that it might do me

Some good

Some good



Straighten up

Why can't you straighten up

You always say I'll lose

Control of it

And thirty is not too old



Well momma I would give some thought to it

If I thought that it might do me

Some good

Some good

Some good

Some good