Talkin' Loud and Sayin' Nothing

Like a dull knife just ain't cuttin'

We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing

Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing

You can't tell me how to run my life down

You can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound

You can't tell me what I'm doin' wrong

When you keep jivin' and keep on singin' that same old funny song

You can't tell me which way to go

'Cause I'm six and seven and then some more

You can't tell me, hey

Like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin'

We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing

Just sayin' nothing, what, sayin' nothing

Don't tell me how to do my thing

When you can't, can't do your own

Don't tell me how to feed my boy

When, when you know I'm grown

You can't use me like a woman when she throw away her dress

And you can't tell me how to use my mess

You're like a dull old knife that just ain't cuttin'

You're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing

Just sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing

Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine

My thing is together and doin' fine

Good luck to you, just allow that I'm wrong

Just keep on singin' that same old funny song

Then just keep singin' that same old funny song...

I got ya, I want ya, I musta, I gotta

Isn't anxious and dust to dust

I musta, I keep on a, I'm feeling a

I need ya, I say I will

The point is too darn clear

I said I need ya, you're only, you're only

I said, you're only, you're only, you're only

You can't tell me how to run my life down

And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound

And you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong

When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song

Like a dull knife that just can't cut

Just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing

Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing...

Wait a minute

Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine

My thing is together and doin' fine

Good luck to you over there

There's a lot of wrong

Just keep on singin', just keep on singin'

Just keep on singin', keep on singin'...

That same old funny song, that same old funny song...

Just keep on singin', keep on singin'...

Bobby, we're groovin' so great here

I want the engineer to let the tape keep runnin'

We're gonna do something funny right here

We're gonna stop real quick and rap a little

'Cause then we're gonna keep it goin'

Wait a minute, stop fellas, cool

I say keep on singin', keep on singin'

Keep on singin', keep on singin'...

Yeah, good God, Charlie

Huh, you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong

When you can't, can't do your own

You can't tell me how to feel, boy

What, when you're doin' wrong

When you know I'm grown

You can't tell me how to run my mess

You can't tell me, you can't tell me...

You just can't use me like a woman throw away her dress

You can't tell me how to run my mess

Shape, shape, shape, shape...

Shape, hard for me to say sometimes

It's my thing, you know

Shape, shape up your bag, don't worry about mine

My bag's together and doin' fine

Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong

Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong

Where is he, where is he, over there.