A Nifty Little Number Like You Lyrics - Singles - Humble Pie

You smell like a field 

Cow-shit in the midsummer sun 

I must have been mad 

But I gave you all the bread that I had 

(Ooh, that's bad) 

Your mother's a freak 

You know, she made me weak in my knees 

Yes, you're under her thumb 

Why don't you pack your bags and run 

(And run) 

You thought I was hooked 

Showing me off to your friends 

Wearing me like a badge 

Was the only kick you ever had 

(Hey, that's bad) 

I tried to re-arrange your head 

And show you where you were 

But you were too thick 

Then your mother bust her gut 

And tried to make me think like her 

But I was too quick 

Isn't it sad 

Well, I pity you now I'm not there 

Yes, I hope you pull through 

But you're locked in your social zoo 

Please shave your legs 

Come on, put down that horse and behave 

You know, I've seen it before 

I ain't never gonna see it no more, no, no, no 

Oh, yeah 

Well, your whole domestic scene 

And the way your life was run 

It made me so sick 

(So sick) 

That a nifty little number like you 

Could show anyone a few tricks