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Bruce Hornsby - No Home Training Lyrics

He ain′t got good sense
His drawers are a mess (cabbage greens)
Ain′t hittin′ on nothing
Or God′ll kill me
Got keloid skin
Makes us all feel him (get some leg)
Stylin′, profilin′,
That′s why we like to hang with him

Chorus
Poppy ain′t got no home training
Mama gives such a low rating
Triflin′ energy draining got no home training
Making feet for socks
Got big hindparts (cabbage greens)
He′s drinking out the whole jug
Or God me kill me
Don′t want to act right
Acting all ignant (till I get right)
That′s why, why we like to hang with him

Poppy ain′t got no home training
Mama gives such a low rating
Triflin′ energy draining got no home training
Making feet for socks
Got big hindparts (cabbage greens)
He′s drinking out the whole jug
Or God me kill me
Don′t want to act right
Acting all ignant (till I get right)
That′s why, why we like to hang with him

I′m out in Carver Gardens in a trailer
And I′m playing my farfisa in a soul band
Five brothers in a little room
No bigger than a bathroom
Sweat on the walls too
People say I′m crazy ′cause I′m coming here
To blow
All I′ve got to say is I′ve got to bite off a little
Groove flow - I′m flowing
Whomp upside the head
Whomp on upside the head