I've been tellin' people
it's your thing
and you do what you wanna do
And sayin' that I can't tell you, baby,
just who to sock it to
Well, there's just one thing
that I think you oughta know
Without my sweet song thing,
your thing just gotta go
I'm tellin' you your thing ain't no good
It just ain't no good
Your thing ain't no good
And I'll die for you
Call me on the telephone
Tell me how sweet it is
You said there ain't
been a thing like yours
In a hundred thousand years
I tried to tell you so many times
Those things you should not do
Because you don't realize
That mama got a good thing too
I'm tellin' you your thing ain't no good
It just ain't no good,
your thing ain't no good
without my thing. Ain't no good.
I know you're proud of your thing,
and that's the way it ought to be.
Think what good it's your thing, baby,
if you don't have me.
I'll you my thing.
Ain't no good.
Without your thing.
Ain't no good.
It's your thing.
Ain't no good.
Without my thing.
Oh!
My sweet song of fame
Ain't no good without my fame
Oh, oh
It was like you put me out
And when I sadly left
You said all you wanted
Was your fame all to yourself
I knew that it would last a long
Soon I got another call
You were beggin' me to come back mama
Cause your fame ain't nothin' at all
I'm tellin' you, your fame ain't no good
It just ain't no good,
your thing ain't no good
without my thing, no!
My thing, ain't no good
without your thing, baby
Ain't your thing, ain't no good
without my thing, no!
My sweet soul thing,
ain't no good without my thing
Sweet thing, my good thing,
my nice thing
You