Ain't Nothin' To It - The Stranglers

Back up boy forty five feet

Always looking for a freebie

Why don’t you let up sometime

Hawks out here with his axe n' me with this lead sheet on

Trying to scuffle up those two’s n' fews

For uncle so’s I can bail out my full orchestration

Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn’t feed

Grass to a horse in a concrete pasture

He’s so tight he wouldn’t buy a pair of shorts for a flea

Just look at him n' dig that vine

All off tome his strollers look like he’s ready to

Jump he’s playing ketchup n' I got to tighten his wig

Hold it down n' I’ll come up with line two like I said

Ain’t nothin' to it, just here

Ain’t nothin' to it, just here

Ain’t nothin' ain’t nothin' to it just here

I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in

The drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks

Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her and

Weaving the four f’s all around her

I nixed her out long ago, man, she’s too sometimey

She will and she won’t

She do and she don’t always on the fence and

Sleeps with her glasses on

Man

Man

Ain’t nothin' ain’t nothin' to it just here

She’s faust to me, so skip it and forget it

She’s faust to me, so skip it and forget it