Take your drink to the end of the bar buddy
Come on now don't be a fool
I'd rather have the hot seat in Sing-Sing Prison
Then to sit down by her on that stool
What's that you say
Well I guess you're right
Ain't nothing to me
See that man she belongs to him buddy
Drink up and leave while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you buddy
He's sure a quick tempered, jealous man
What's that you say
Well I guess you're right
Ain't nothing to me
There you are all stretched out on the floor buddy
You see what you made him do
There coming to take him to the jail buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you
All well that's life
Ah at least it was
It ain't nothing to me
It ain't nothing to me
It ain't nothing to me
It ain't nothing to me