Back up boy, 45 feet, always looking for a free beer
Why don't you let up sometime?
Hogs nighty with his axe and me with this lead sheet on
Trying to stuff her up those twos and threes
For a few souls I can bail out my full orchestration
Looks like he got me, but this guy
Won't give grass to a horse in a concrete pasture
He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea
Just look at him and dig that vine
All of the time the strollers look like
He's ready to jump, he's playing catch up
And I've got to tighten his wig
Hold it down and I'll come up in line too, like I said
Ain't nothing to it, just hear
Ain't nothing to it, just hear
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing to it, just hear
I saw that damer up the street
Guzzling foam in the drink down
And the sharks are dropping the shucks
Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her
And weaving the forets all around her
I nixed her up long ago, man
She's too some timey, she will and she won't
She do and she don't, always on the fence
And sleeps with her glasses on
Man
Man
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing to it, just hear
She's false to me, so skip it and forget it
She's false to me, so skip it and forget it
She's false to me, so skip it and forget it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it, just hear
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it, just hear
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