Whipping Boy Songtext / Lyric

Whipping Boy

Elton John/Bernie Taupin


ooh yer cruel, ooh yer do
ooh yer do, yer do me wrong
ooh yer hurt me, ooh yer flirt with
any old face that comes along#

but I won't be your whipping boy
no I won't be your whipping boy
break me like a little toy
run me till my feet are sore
but I won't be your whipping boy

ooh you're wild, ooh you're sly
what you done to me
I was thirty, I look like fifty
ooh but I feel like sixty-three

but I won't be your whipping boy
no I won't be your whipping boy
break me like a little toy
run me till my feet are sore
but I won't be your whipping boy

it's this illegal kind of lovin' that keeps my motor runnin'
from the start to the finish line
it's a trashy kind of me that likes to believe
that I'm still tryin'
I'm still tryin'
I'm still tryin'
yes I'm tryin'

ooh you're dirty
but you're worth it
ooh but you're way
you're a way too young
I could do time
if they found out
look out, San Quentin, here I come

but I won't be your whipping boy
no I won't be your whipping boy
break me like a little toy
run me till my feet are sore
but I won't be your whipping boy