how many times would you say we cover the same ground
how long must we run around
ballin in the chambers where the books lay out
and the wrinkles frown, and the fight goes down
but tonight your back, tonight your layin here
spectin me to listen up, expectin me to be an ear
throw the mail in the air, in the dirty dish water
well it all don't mean, it all don't mean, it all don't mean a thing

lavish great danes all worried about their hair
and the girl from last night wondering what she'll wear
when the band comes marchin with the big sousaphone
dont be standin on the side messin with your phone
cause they only come but once a year
you got one chance to throw down your hair
when the clock strikes 12, don't ya know he'll melt
from the riches to the rags, those types are all fakes
and by the mornin light, like its his right
he'll turn into a toad, yes a horny toad
but it all don't mean, it all don't mean, it all don't mean, it all don't mean a thing

hey joe pieweed, whatcha gonna do
I got one too many clippings, dont know for who
if I show empty handed, what's she gonna think
she already thinks, you're a rinky dink dink
when the clouds roll out, and the sun goes down
the big hand on the clock beats the little one round
sing the song that sets your mind at ease, oh won't you please sing it for me
the song that sets your sail to sea, sing it for me, I'll sing a harmony