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