Where I Get It From

My daddy was shy, he lived in Cheyenne

He turned as red as I've ever seen a man

And his skin was thick, and he was hard as a brick

And just couldn't talk to no one

And that must be where I get it from

My uncle worked in a plutonium mine

His job was to set up the dynamite

And he got too close to a charge underground

And all of his feelings went numb

And that must be where I get it from

Kiyay, yippee eiyo

Kiyay, yippee eiyo

My mama was ten feet tall

She wasn't afraid of nothing at all

And she said her prayers to be proper and all

She swore on a grave and a gun

And that must be where I get it from

Great-grandad went mad, he was totally tweaked

He wore the same suit every day of the week

And I asked how it feels to be such a freak

And he said, "You tell me, son"

And that must be where I get it from

Kiyay, yippee eiyo

Kiyay, yippee eiyo

Dad's little hands sat in his lap

Like a couple of crabs that got caught in a trap

And he shook my hand from so far away

That he looked like a spot on the sun

And I guess that's where I get it from

And I guess that's where I get it from

And I guess that's where I get it from