Ain't Nothing To Me

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