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 the stool. What's that ya say. Well I guess you're right. It ain't nothing to me. Nothing to me. [Instrumental]. 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. What's that ya say. Well I guess you're right. It ain't nothing to me. Nothing to me. [Instrumental]. There ya 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 I wished it was. It ain't nothing to me. Ain't nothing to me. (It ain't nothing to me). Ain't nothing to me