From the recording Tip Of My Finger
Lyrics
(Jackson, Ridarick)
See the little baby sittin’ in his highchair
Staring down at an empty tray
Here comes Mama, comin’ round the corner
Bet he won’t like what she’s got on the plate
Carrots, peas, broccoli, beets
Little baby starts to scream
Wait a minute, wait a minute - what’s Mama eating
A box of Rocky Road ice cream!
Ahhh-Everybody’s got something to say
Ahhh-Go on, get out of the way
Goin to a party, y’know you’re looking nice
Got your eye on a guy from the neighborhood
Best friend tells ya, don’tcha don’tcha do it
I’m telling you he ain’t no good
Later in the evening, where’s your best friend now
She ain’t been seen for half the night
Find out later, word around town
She was seen walking out with your guy
Ahhh-Get on, let’s go for a ride
Ahhh-Everybody’s got something to hide
Do as I say, they tell you
Not as I do
Just watch as I totally mess up my life
While I’ve got all the answers for you
Do as I say, not as I do
Everywhere you go, everyone you meet,
They’re telling what you can’t do
Every single time - I can guarantee
You know they’re doing it, too
Ahhh-Everybody’s got something to hide
Ahhh-Get on, let’s go for a ride
Just watch as I totally screw up my life
While I just wag my finger at you