Topsy Turvy

Topsy Turvy Bb7 Daddy’s in the kitchen (?) sauerkraut, Momma’s in the bedroom nearly all cried out Daddy thinks whiskey makes him big and smart, Mamma thinks daddy’s got a concrete heart D# G# D# G# Bb7 I wish I had a brother or a sister into I could turn Bustin’ out the windows with a baseball bat, Daddy’s gone crazy like a bunk house rat, Momma’s on the sofa with a big black eye I cross my heart and tell myself I hope they die I wish I had a nickel for every time I cursed the word (?) Cm Cm7 Mad house all topsy turvy a ship of fools with scurvy Bb7 I don't like a thing about the way we live Momma’s on the pavement with a broken arm Telling everybody that he meant no harm Talk about denial with a great big D, You can try to fool the neighbors but you can’t fool me I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot F Police knocked on our door, they’ve seen it all before D# C# Why don’t you use restraint, we’ve had a few complaints Now all the other women up and down the block Are tuning up the static with the front door locked They great us in the morning with a great big grin But I know they’re only waiting till the roof caves in I don’t even know if we can make it to another day I don't like a thing about the way we live (repeat many times)