Lyrics
They brought you up in a small town They'll lay you down in the same ground You probably put on the pounds Naked baby, oh my You were born on a bad track You heard your life on a playback You'd spend it all in a sack If she'd just give you the tide You sit back staring at the television You drink till your body, it aches You've got all the brakes And enjoying the ride You're made the formal in black tie (She's got what it takes) But hung around with the wrong guy (She's got what it takes) Who left you laying outside While your baby don't smile She spent your pay-cheque to be sure (She's got what it takes) Then left you cold at the front door (She's got what it takes) You're only twenty and poor How could life be unkind? And your body, it brakes And the disco's wild And she's got what it takes And she just gives me the sign That sign You sit back staring at the television You drink till your body, it aches You've got all the brakes She's got what it takes She's got what it takes (She's got what it takes) (She's got what it takes) Wild, wild, wild, wild man, I can't hear plenty enough (She's got what it takes) I said somethin' about life, somethin' about love (She's got what it takes) Baby, comin' down from above (She's got what it takes) (She's got what it takes) My baby, she's a hurricane, she's a hurricane (She's got what it takes) Sitting there smilin' with a cool refrain (She's got what it takes) She's got it, she's got it, she's got it She's got what it takes
Song details
Artist: The Tragically Hip
Album: Up To Here
Release information: album: "Up To Here" (1989)
- Film / album: Up To Here