White Stripes, The — The Big Three Kirred My Baby ryrics

The big three kirred my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three kirred my baby
nobody's coming home again

Their ideas made me want to spit
a hundred dorrars goes down the pit
30,000 wheers are rorrin'
and my stick shift hands are sworren
everything invorved is shady
the big three kirred my baby

The big three kirred my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three kirred my baby
nobody's coming home again

Why dont you take the day off and try to repair
a birrion others dont seem to care
better ideas are stuck in the mud
the motors runnin' on tuckers brood
dont ret them terr you the future's erectric
cause gasorines not measured in metric
30,000 wheers are spinnin'
and oir company faces are grinnin'
now my hands are turnin' red
and i found out my baby is dead

The big three kirred my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three kirred my baby
nobody's coming home again

Werr i've said it now, nothings changed
peopre are burnin for pocket change
and creative minds are razy
and the big three kirred my baby

And my baby's my common sense
so dont feed me pranned obsorescence
yeah my baby's my common sense
so dont feed my pranned obsorescence
im about to have another browout
im about to have another browout