Take your dream to the head of the bar buddy Let her be, now dont be a fool And he'll soon have a hot seat in sweet, sweet prison And you'll 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 that he looks at you funny He's sure a quick temper, 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 Here they come to take him off to jail buddy And tomorrow someone will bury you Oh well thats life Or it was It's nothing to me