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