Mamma's in the tub, rub-a-dub, dub
thinkin' about twistin' one up
everybody here is down with the bug
everybody here is frustrated
so you, don't have to be so hard
bottoms up dixie cup
baby you're the one I tried to love up
all by myself
you can spit in my face
I'll probably save you a place
up high on the shelf
but you don't have to be so hard
ow you shine around my door
with nothing new to say
if you had the best intentions
you wouldn't leave things where they lay
old enough to see, what makes your rockets fly
and how to make myself cry, to live better
old enough to see the beauty of one tree
growin' up to face the weather
so you don't have to be so hard
on us, we're hard enough on ourselves