James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
[Verse 1]
Hush for a moment, do not make a sound
Lots of action here, but nothing's going down
Some guy on TV with his sharp Italian suit
Is telling lies to you and swearing they're the truth
His lips are moving, but he's not making sense
Takes all his effort to keep balanced on the fence
[Chorus]
He'll say nothing
Thanks for nothing
Him and his promises mean nothing
That's what he's selling you, nothing
[Verse 2]
Give him an issue, he'll find his way around it
By scrambling his syntax and hoping to confound it
Nothing's what he ventured and nothing's what we gained
You think that you've heard everything, then nothing strikes again
Ask him a question, try to get somе facts
He'll just blow smoke at you and turn to the attack
And say
[Chorus]
Nothing
Thanks for nothing
Him and his promisеs mean nothing
That's what he's selling you, nothing
[Verse 3]
Lately I've noticed lots of nothing going 'round
Press releases, advertising, reporters on the ground
All sound and fury, you know how the saying goes
Signifying nothing, but the poser and his pose
Hey, take a look, there's nothing up his sleeve
Even less between his ears and still we all believe
[Chorus]
He says nothing
Thanks for nothing
Him and his promises mean nothing
That's what he's selling you, nothing
Thanks for nothing
Him and his promises mean nothing
That's what he's selling you, nothing
Oh, nothing
[Instrumental Outro]