She looked like a corpse on my front porch   Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying   Let's get the baby high      Oh little pig, little pig, let me in   I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin   C'mon, let's get the baby high      For someone like you to get custody   Of an innocent child's a tragedy   No, don't get your baby high      Oh, just open up, I've got nowhere to go   My man threw me out and it's starting to snow   So, let's get the baby high      I don't mean to question your parenting skills   But I'm really amazed that kid hasn't been killed   Please don't get your baby high      For someone like you to criticize me   Is really the height of hypocrisy   So, let's get the baby high      There's no way in hell I'll open my door   I still have pictures from the time before   No, don't get your baby high      Yes I've traded my oldest for a couple a' lids   But it's none of your business how I raise my kids   Now, let's get the baby high      For someone like you to get custody   Of an innocent child's a tragedy   No, don't get your baby high      I've asked you politely, now I'm gonna be mean   If you don't open up, I'm going to scream   Let's get the baby high      You can scream all you want but you're not gettin' in   What you do to that kid is really a sin   Please don't get your baby high      For someone like you to criticize me   Is really the height of hypocrisy   Now, let's get the baby high      It must be a boy because it's turning blue...   Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo...      She still stood like a corpse on my front porch   Still clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying   Let's get the baby high