I see you laughin'. Right in my face. I guess I'm gonna have to. Put you in your place. Because if silence was golden. You couldn't raise a dime. Because your mind is on vacation. And your mouth is working overtime. You're quoting figures. And dropping names. You're tellin' stories. About the dames. You're over-laughin'. When things ain't funny. You're tryin' to sound. Like you're the big money honey. If talk was criminal. You'd lead a life of crime. Because your mind is on vacation. And your mouth is working overtime. Life is short talk is cheap. Don't go makin' promises that you can't keep. If you don't like this little song I'm singin'. Just grin and bear it. All I can say is if the rich shoe fits wear it. If you must keep talkin' please try to make it rhyme. Because your mind is on vacation. And your mouth is working overtime. Well I recall when we first met. It was on a Friday night. We spent two lovely hours together. And the world seemed all right. I'm beggin' you baby please stop that off-the-wall jive. 'Cause if you don't treat me no better. It's gonna be your funeral and my trial. Well the Lord made the world and everything that's in it. The way my baby loves me it's a sign that it's it [?]. She can love to heal the sick she can love to raise the dead. You might think that I'm jokin' you better believe what I said. I'm beggin' you babe please stop that off-the-wall jive. Oh if you don't treat me no better. It's gonna be your funeral and my trial. I see you laughin'. Right in my face. I guess I'm gonna have to put you in your place. 'Cause if talk was criminal. You'd lead a life of crime. Because your mind is on vacation.