Humble Pie - A Nifty Little Number Like You Lyrics
You smell like a fieldCow-shit in the midsummer sunI must have been madBut I gave you all the bread that I had(Ooh, that's bad)Your mother's a freakYou know, she made me weak in my kneesYes, you're under her thumbWhy don't you pack your bags and run(And run)You thought I was hookedShowing me off to your friendsWearing me like a badgeWas the only kick you ever had(Hey, that's bad)I tried to re-arrange your headAnd show you where you wereBut you were too thickThen your mother bust her gutAnd tried to make me think like herBut I was too quickIsn't it sadWell, I pity you now I'm not thereYes, I hope you pull throughBut you're locked in your social zooPlease shave your legsCome on, put down that horse and behaveYou know, I've seen it beforeI ain't never gonna see it no more, no, no, noOh, yeahWell, your whole domestic sceneAnd the way your life was runIt made me so sick(So sick)That a nifty little number like youCould show anyone a few tricks