Status

Elliott Smith song

Alternative Version

I Don’t Give a Fuck

Written By

Elliott Smith

Recording Sessions

1986-1993 (?? - Undated Pre-Roman Candle Demos) - unofficially circulating
January-October 2003 (New Monkey Studios, Los Angeles, CA and Smith Residence, Los Angeles, CA - Sessions with Fritz Michaud) - uncirculating and titled “I Don’t Give a Fuck”

Availability of Official Release

N/A

Lyrics

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

My mama was ten feet tall
She wasn’t afraid of nothing at all
And she said her prayers properly 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

Dad’s little hands sat in his lap
Like a couple of crabs who 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

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