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      now 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