So what's it to you? You're down another 8-ball I haven't even got a cue ♪ And you look dreadful When you jump to what you'll resort to Singing, "Chance, we ain't gonna hurt you" When there's fuck-all else to do You could eat the foam from the headrest ♪ You could knock the wind out of my breath ♪ You could kick the teeth into my head There's no cause for concern ♪ So what's it to you? You're down another 8-ball I haven't even got the cue ♪ And you look dreadful When you jump to what you'll resort to Singing, "Chance, we ain't gonna hurt you" When there's fuck-all else to do You could eat the foam from the headrest (I said there's no cause for-) You could knock the wind out of my breath (I said there's no cause for-) And you could kick the teeth into my head Still, there's no cause for concern ♪ We ain't gonna hurt you We ain't gonna hurt you We ain't gonna hurt you 'Cause when there's fuck-all else to do We could eat the foam from the headrest (I said there's no cause for-) You could suck the wind out of my breath (I said there's no cause for-) And you could kiss the teeth into my head And still, there's no cause for concern I said there's no cause for concern