We started living in an old house
My ma gave birth and we were checking it out
It was a baby boy
So we bought him a toy
It was a ray gun
And it was 1981
We named him "Baby"
He had toothache
He started crying
It sounded like an earthquake
It didn't last long
Because I stopped it
I grabbed a rag doll
And stuck some little pins in it
Now we're a family
And we're all right now
We got money
And a little place to fight now
We don't know you
And we don't owe you
But if you see us around
I got something else to show you
Now it's easy
When you don't know better
You think it's sleazy
Then put it in a short letter
We keep warm
But there's just something wrong when you
Just feel like you're the hardest little bu*ton to bu*ton
I had opinions
That didn't matter
I had a brain
That felt like pancake batter
I got a backyard
With nothing in it
Except a stick, a dog
And a box with something in it
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton, ah oh
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton, ah oh
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton
The hardest bu*ton to bu*ton, ah oh