Hagar, now a sort of modern-day Jimmy Buffett, has earned his place in rock n roll history as one of hard rock's premier front men who not only has an ample, strong, belting vocal range with soulful melody and tone, but his duality as a formidable lead guitarist and guitar-riff-monger puts him in a league shared with few others in terms of versatility and overall right to rock.
He now tours with Mike Anthony, former bassist for Van Halen.
He resides with his family in Mill Valley, CA.
Hagar is currently in a band called "Chickenfoot" with Michael Anthony, Red Hot Chili Peppers' drummer Chad Smith and guitarist Joe Satriani. Their self titled debut album was released to critical acclaim
Sammy Hagar is also known as the Red Rocker, due to the fact he almost always wears red shirts or plays a red guitar, or more likely that he has red hair?
Seems that Chickenfoot is on a hiatus as Joe Satriani has gone back to solo and CF has yet to follow up with a new LP.
Straight From The Hip Kid
Sammy Hagar Lyrics
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You've taken up in luck with
Love starved imitations
Hangin' out with crazies!
Feedin' you a sweet talk
Sweet talk for a soft touch
You poor little rich kid.
Yea, straight from the hip, kid
Broken out of pocket, ya
Got to get the deuce up, and
Sure it's home with mama
Ya know her love's a turn, yeah!
Ain't life a bitch, kid?
So high a T society
So high brow, but so low down.
So low down, so
Straight from the hip, kid.
Straight from the hip, kid.
Yeah, straight from the hip, kid, you're
Lyin around in gutters
Hangin in the riff-raff
They'll suck you six feet under.
Bitin' at your death-wish you're
Makin with the devil!
Oh triple-six, kid!
So high a T society
So high brow, so low down.
So low down, so
Straight from the hip, kid.
They get ya...
Straight from the hip, kid.
Huh!
-solo-
Straight from the hip, kid
Split before you're busted
Watch it, don't get flustered
Goin' through the trouble
You're shootin' on a life raft
Right between some white trash.
You poor little rich kid.
So high a T society
So high brow, but so low down.
So low down, so
Straight from the hip, kid.
Take it from the hip, kid.
Better not slip kid!
Oh, ain't life a bitch, kid.
1-2-3
So high a T, so high a T
So high brow, but so low down.
So low down, so high brow.
So high brow, but so low down.
Poor little rich kid.
Oh, just a rich kid.
The song "Straight From The Hip Kid" by Sammy Hagar talks about a privileged child who goes into the world looking for love and attention but ends up hanging out with the wrong crowd, the "crazies." The child is being fed lies and "sweet talk for a soft touch" by love starved imitators who are unable to give the love and attention that the child needs. Being a rich kid does not shield the child from the harsh realities of life. The child is broken out of pocket and knows that they need to get out before they end up six-feet-under with the riff-raff. The song acknowledges that high society can be a double-edged sword. The child might come from a privileged background, but that doesn't necessarily make their life perfect.
The lyrics of "Straight From The Hip Kid" are mostly straightforward, and the song's message is clear. It tells a story about a rich child who is fed up with the chaos in their life and finally realizes that they need to split before they get into any more trouble. The song acknowledges that just because someone comes from a privileged background doesn't mean that they have a perfect life. It also highlights that falling in with the wrong crowd can have disastrous consequences.
Line by Line Meaning
Straight from the hip, kid, ya
I'm telling you the honest truth right now
You've taken up in luck with
You've been fortunate so far
Love starved imitations
You fall for fake love
Hangin' out with crazies!
Your friends are troublemakers
Feedin' you a sweet talk
They're lying and manipulating you
Sweet talk for a soft touch
They want to use you for your vulnerability
You poor little rich kid.
You have everything but still aren't happy
Yea, straight from the hip, kid
I'm still telling you the truth
Ya can't afford to lip it.
You can't ignore reality
Broken out of pocket, ya
You're bankrupt
Got to get the deuce up, and
You need to leave and start fresh
Sure it's home with mama
You want to go back to your comfort zone
Ya know her love's a turn, yeah!
But it won't really solve your problems
Ain't life a bitch, kid?
Life can be harsh
So high a T society
You're surrounded by snobs
So high brow, but so low down.
They may seem classy, but they are immoral
So low down, so
Don't be fooled
Straight from the hip, kid.
I'm reminding you again
Straight from the hip, kid.
I'm still honest with you
Yeah, straight from the hip, kid, you're
I want you to listen to me
Lyin around in gutters
You're wasting your life
Hangin in the riff-raff
With the wrong crowd
They'll suck you six feet under.
They will bring you down
Bitin' at your death-wish you're
You're behaving self-destructively
Makin with the devil!
You're making dangerous choices
Oh triple-six, kid!
You're in big trouble
They get ya...
They will catch you
Straight from the hip, kid.
I'm saying it again
Huh!
Listen to me
-solo-
instrumental break
Straight from the hip, kid
Another reminder from me
Split before you're busted
Leave before it's too late
Watch it, don't get flustered
Stay focused
Goin' through the trouble
You're facing difficulties
You're shootin' on a life raft
You're making reckless choices
Right between some white trash.
With lower class people
You poor little rich kid.
You're struggling despite your wealth
Take it from the hip, kid.
Follow my advice
Better not slip kid!
Be careful not to make mistakes
Oh, ain't life a bitch, kid.
Life is tough
1-2-3
Counting down
So high a T, so high a T
Again, everyone is a snob
So high brow, but so low down.
Appearances can be deceiving
So low down, so high brow.
They are immoral despite their high status
So high brow, but so low down.
They are deceptive
Poor little rich kid.
You have everything but still feel unsatisfied
Oh, just a rich kid.
Your wealth doesn't make you happy
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: N. TAGER, P. TRAVIS
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