You can`t tell me how to run my life down
And you can`t tell me how to keep my fitness sound
You can`t tell me what i`m doing wrong
When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
You can`t tell me which way to go
Cause i`m six and seven and then some more
Like a dull knife that just can`t cut
Just talking a lot and saying nothing
And sayin` nothing, and sayin` nothing
Don`t tell me how to do my thing
When you can`t do your own
Don`t you tell me how to feed my boy
When you know i`m grown
Don`t you tell me her dress
You can`t tell me how to run my mess
You`re like a dull knife that just ain`t cuttin`
You`re just talking a lot and saying nothing
And sayin` nothing, and sayin` nothing here we go ...
Shape up your bag, don`t worry `bout mine
My thing is together and i`m doin` fine
Good luck to you, just allow that i`m wrong
Just keep on singing that same old funny song
Then just keep on singing that same old funny song
Just keep on singing that same old funny song...