Take your drink
To the end of the bar buddy
Let her stay there
Now don’t be a fool
I’d as soon have a hot seat in Sing-Sing prison
Than to sit down by her on that stool

What’s that you say
I guess you’re right
It’s nothing to me

See that man
She belongs to him buddy
Better drink up and go while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you buddy
That he’s sure a quick-tempered jealous man

What’s that you say
I guess you’re right
It’s nothing to me

There you are
Stretched out on the floor buddy
Now you see what you made him do
Her they come to take him off
To jail buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you
Oh well that’s life
Or it was
Its nothing to me