Take your drink to the end of the bar, buddy Better stay there, now don't be a fool Well I'd rather have a hot seat in Sing Sing Prison Than to sit down beside 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 ya are stretched out on the floor, buddy Well ya see what you've made him do Now they've come to take him away. buddy And tomorrow someone will bury you Oh well, that's life Or it was It's nothing to me