Lyrics of Topsy turvy

Daddy's in the kitchen frying sauerkraut
Momma's in the bedroom nearly all cried out
Daddy thinks whiskey makes him big and smart
Momma thinks daddy's got a concrete heart
I wish i had a brother or a sister
Whom to i could turn
Bustin' out the windows with a baseball bat
Daddy's gone crazy as an bunkthouse 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 now for every time the cuss words flew
Mad house all topsy turvy a ship of fools with scurvy

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 bid 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
Madhouse all topsy turvy
A ship of fools with scurvy
I don't like a thing about the way we live
Police knock on our door they've seen it all before why don't you use restraint
We've had a few complaints
Now all the other women up and down the block
Are tuning out the s