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
Than to sit down by her, on that stool
What's that ya say?
While I guess you're right
It ain't nothin 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 sure a quick tempered jealous man
Chorus two
There you are stretched out on the floor buddy
Ya see what you made him do
They're coming to take him to the jail buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you
Ah well that's life
Ah at least it was
What's that ya say?
While I guess you're right
It ain't nothin to me