Story Behind the Song
Second single, recorded on the porch.
Lyrics
Born in an old kitchen, constantly itching
mom had an act in a big sideshow
Living in Vaudeville, she was a fraud-ville
We were deported, I lost my home.
Somebody saved me and rearranged me
stuck in a place where the kids are loaned.
I have the fondest memories, getting up on daddy's airplane glue. do you do what i do? oh no, i really don't think so.
We have our highs, we have our lows. Take it from me, life is a trick. We gotta turn it to earn a living all the time.
When i was an orphan, I wrote a letter to my potential family
They thought it over and in october,
i was a chip off the ole foster block
Then it got crazy. they had a baby.
I decapitated that little thing
I have the fondest memories, getting up on daddy's airplane glue. do you do what i do? oh no, i really don't think so.
We have our highs, we have our lows. Take from me, life is a trick. We gotta put out to put it in the bank all the time.
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