Elliott Smith — 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