J. Whitney / R. Chapman / Palmer God knows I'm hip But I ain't yours or his Everybody's arse is up for kicks Every critic thinks he's cool Man and word a criss cross jewel But me I got my own little rules One for you, one for me I know it don't come easily But when it does then we'll agree Take your partners, what for? Ain't you just kicked in the door How come I don't believe you any more Here boy, have a snake That's where you're sleeping, and til wake But don't strut me and my way Cod knows I'm hip But I ain't yours or his Everybody's arse is up for kicks